It was a simple life.  Often you had a bag with some clothes, some sleeping stuff, hygiene stuff, and well.  That was it.   It didn’t seem basic, as much as now things seem a bit complicated.   This was Chris.  We slept two nights in some barracks hall in middle of the Hearst property.  I can remember a patio where we looked out into a moonlit valley and talked about wives over beer that was almost as cold as the air.