One day, husband John and I, along with the dog, are going on a for-real backpacking trip – the kind where you stuff everything you need into a high-tech pack the size of a large latte and live off freeze-dried vittles for the weekend. But I have quite a ways to go before we set off into the real wilderness. I admit I'm high-maintenance – well, medium-maintenance, anyway. What I mean is, I've weaned myself off the blow-dryer, but I still need running water and don't like to be dirty for extended periods of time.