I owe my life to that emergency meal that I always keep with me (not in the manner you likely think). A few years ago I was heading up a small group of tourers down in southern Illinois/western Kentucky where services can be rather sparse. Towards the end of a long hot day, I told the others about this little diner/grocery store that would be available to us about 6 miles before camp and so we counted on that. Well we get down there and the old couple had just closed the place after 30 years. I tell the natives as they're getting restless, no problem, I know the campground along the Ohio River has a little camp store that we can get something to eat and restock. Well we get down there and now it's closed as well. Now the natives are shouting "Off with his head" and my life was only spared when I was able to produce a couple Mountain House meals for their dinner. I was forced to eat crow that night.