One time, I packed a giant bag of bagels for a two week backcountry trip. They were bulky and awkward, and they immediately smushed in between my camp stove and pan. Bagels aren’t the most common backpacking fare, but dammit was I craving them that trip. The first few days, it was awesome. Delicious, fluffy and crumbly carbs. Then it rained and the inside of the bagel bag got wet. Seven days of moldy, soggy, questionable bagel breakfasts … whatever, I’d do it again. Backpackers eat weird stuff. We cut the mold off of things, ignore refrigeration labels and ask