oh man 'bug, you just reminded me of a scout trip out west when i was a kid. i went to philmont in new mexico, and our guide was this tiny litlle wirey guy that we all teased because he was smaller than us, at our ripe old age of 13. actually, we probably would have teased him even if he was john wayne, because we were 13 or so.
but after guiding us out of base camp for a few days, we were all worn out from the 10 mile per day hikes with full packs, but the guide (i think we knicknamed him "chisum") kept going strong. then, on his last night with us, he pulls a full sized cast iron dutch oven out of his pack, and made us a peach cobbler from some cans of peaches he also carried. we were all amazed at how heavy his pack was, and stopped teasing him as we devoured the best cobbler i've ever had in my life.
in nomine patri, et fili, et spiritus sancti.
Meh nom eh noh...doot dooooo do do do.