Reminds me of the time that me and my father went on a two day canoeing/camping trip. Dad had plenty of cigarettes but didn’t get the chance to smoke very many. You see he had never been canoeing on a real river and he steered us right into a tree within five minutes of the start, overturning the canoe and the water ruined his open pack. And so the day went. Each time he opened a pack to have a smoke we would hit a rapid shortly after, turn over and have another wet, wasted pack. Halfway through the day all 3 packs he had brought were ruined. He bummed some from a buddy when we stopped for lunch and he put them in a ziplock bag to keep them dry. But comically, those were lost too, and soon he was offering $5 for a dry cigarette, $10 as the afternoon wore on. We finally made it to the campground and he was able to smoke (and dry out). I’ve got a great photo of him at the camp site sitting on a cooler, still wet, his head resting in his hands, looking exhausted
The 2nd day, he put his cigarettes into a plastic jug and tied it to the canoe so it wouldn’t get lost if we turned over. When he had a moment to smoke, he would open the jug, take out one cigarette and carefully seal the jar back up before lighting up We did pretty good the 2nd day and only turned over once on a very fast rapid near a short waterfall. He still didn’t smoke very much though because floating down a river on a small narrow boat requires your constant attention and work
We never went on another canoe trip. I always wondered if it was because he knew he wouldn’t be able to smoke as much or it was just too physically exhausting for him. Still, for me, very fond memories, as well as two days worth of great stories, we weren’t the only amateur river rafters/canoers there