Watermelon as the ultimate climb food?

Shaniac wrote:

Back when I was at NASA we took dehydrated watermelon on all our adventures. Stores well. Tastes pretty good. And is easily dispensed. Perhaps it's ready for a comeback?

Whats left when you dehydrate a watermelon??

Stiles wrote:

Whats left when you dehydrate a watermelon??

Melon.

Shaniac wrote:

Hey don’t hate, appreciate. Different strokes for different folks.

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Whats left when you dehydrate a watermelon??

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John Gill wrote:

I seem to recall Layton Kor may have eaten a lot of watermelon. Didn't slow him down.

didn't he end up with diabetes, or kidney problems or something?

two pages and no watermelon sugar references. disappointed in the whole lot of you.

slim wrote:

didn't he end up with diabetes, or kidney problems or something?

Prostate cancer, dialysis for kidney failure if I remember correctly. Amazing man. He climbed up to the end.

Watermelon facts! In the Kalahari Desert, the San (bushmen) used watermelons as their main source of drinking water during the 6-to-8-month dry season. King Tut and other Pharaohs were buried with huge piles of watermelons so they'd have a nice drink on the trip to the afterlife. The Greeks ate theirs fried, and believed that you could cure heatstroke by stacking rinds on top of the head.

If it's good enough for Bushmen, Pharaohs, and Ancient Greeks...

I almost never bring fresh fruit climbing, unless I'm car camping, but this thread inspired me to get some watermelon (which I'm currently munching) to recover from food poisoning. 

True story: years ago, I was on the John Muir Trail in the Sierras for a few days and, as one does, I met a few recurring characters along the way hiking in the same direction. One was a grizzled old-timer who had clearly been out there for a while. On the third day of running into him, we camped at the same spot, and he opened his tattered external frame pack and pulled out, Mary Poppins-style, a whole medium-sized watermelon and a rack of lamb that had been marinating in a plastic bag in his pack for I don't how many days. I was both amazed and appalled at the prospect of sharing these with him, but I was pretty hungry. He roasted the rack on a makeshift spit above our two little stoves. Best lamb I've ever had. The watermelon wasn't bad either.