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With all this water I'm reminded of the words of Samuel Taylor Coleridge in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink.
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
We could not carry enough potable water to last our days on the trail. To boil it was impractical from a time and fuel requirement. Water treatment tablets add a bad taste and one has to be careful to allow them enough time to do their job - the colder the water the longer the wait. We elected to use filters and found them the best compromise but they were not without problems. In one or two areas the presence of very fine particles in the water - too fine to see - clogged our filters. Each time the filter clogged maintenance consisted of breaking the filter down and cleaning the ceramic element to increase the flow while being careful not to contaminate the clean water output areas of the filter.
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