Camping Advice: Don't Forget Your Toughbook

Camping Advice: Don't Forget Your Toughbook

Posted by Ed Lasher on 18th Jul 2016

It’s summertime, and we all know what that means. Time to gas up the Winnebago and head out to the ol’ campgrounds.

Of course, like every summer, you’ll be out in the woods cooking baked beans and slapping mosquitoes by the time you realize you’ve forgotten to email that spreadsheet for work. You know, the important one that can’t wait.

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We know how this goes. You open up your laptop, only to find that hornets have built a nest inside of it. Startled, you knock it off your lap and it shatters into a million pieces on the forest floor.

Frantically, you dig up a pen and a piece of paper from your pack and recreate the spreadsheet by hand for your carrier pigeon to deliver. “Bring this to Carol,” you say.

With a nod and wink, the pigeon spreads its wings and prepares for takeoff, but before its feet even leave the ground, a hawk swoops down and devours it right in front of you. “Just my luck,” you say to nobody, “That was my last carrier pigeon.” All you can do is shake your head and laugh. This happens every summer.

After a week, it’s time to go back to work. The office has descended into chaos without their important spreadsheet. Carol is furious. Oh, well — that’s just an unavoidable part of camping, right? Wrong!

Next year, you’ll remember to bring your Panasonic Toughbook, expertly refurbished by the folks at Bob Johnson’s Computer Stuff. Using a mobile data card, you’ll be able to email that spreadsheet in less time than it takes to watch a YouTube tutorial on how to build a campfire. Once that’s out of the way, you’ll have plenty of time to relax, hike, fish, and learn to communicate with all the forest creatures.

At the end of the week, you’ll return to work refreshed. “Terrific spreadsheet,” Carol will say. “What’s your secret?”

“It’s no secret, Carol,” you’ll say with a confident smile, “Just a little website called bobjohnson.com.”

Your answer doesn't make sense to Carol, but she pretends it does. Life is good.

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