Ode to a Trusty Yaller Box


Casco Bay, Maine: he was more than just a camera box…

This is a sad day for me; a day that I’ve dreaded for quite some time. His rusted wheels have slowed him down for the past couple of years, especially on long airport hikes. Too many days in saltwater, no doubt, and lately he seems to have developed an immunity to WD-40. I’m hoping to get a few more trips out of him, even with the arthritic wheels, but unfortunately my loyal and aging yellow sidekick has recently developed a more serious ailment.

I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but there’s a 6-inch crack in the bottom of my Stormcase IM2500. Yes, folks, it’s true: the trusty box that for nine years has hauled my camera gear from Kenya to Christmas Island, Alaska to the Amazon, and umpteen thousands of miles in between, is now terminally ill. I tried fixing him up with epoxy, but he’s old and brittle and he didn’t respond well to the treatments. I’ll take him on a few more dry-land shoots before I have to put him down but, sadly, he’s no longer reliable for extended duty in kayaks, skiffs, and tropical deluges.

Everybody is telling me that the best thing to do after such a loss is immediately find a replacement. I’ve heard rumor that Stormcase was bought out by Pelican, so if anyone knows anyone, please tell them that I’m looking…(wink, wink, nod, nod).

Here are a few images from our years together on the road.

I’ll miss him when he’s gone…

Santa Rosa Lagoon: back when he was just a nipper

(L) Lunchtime in Alaska (R) Hitching a ride in the Yucatan

He LOVED his trip to Africa!

Pimpin’ with his pals in Honolulu


One Response to “Ode to a Trusty Yaller Box”

  1. MG says:

    I hate seeing a good box go.

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