Here's one of my favorite tales, highlighting my husband's awesomeness.
It was pretty uncomfortable kneeling in the bottom of the boat and as I paddled, I became increasingly grumpy about how difficult the rest of the trip was going to be for me.
When we got to the empty campsite, we set up camp and took a look at the canoe seat. Everything was fine except for the the bolt. But it was kind of an important part of the seat.
Never fear, my husband convinced me. He thought he could fix it with one of our extra tent stakes and some rope. (We always have rope with us. He insists.)
So I decided to let him give it a shot. And fix it he did. I don't really understand how it worked, only that it did. He replaced that bolt with a tent stake and some of his magic rope. Amazing! It easily lasted the rest of the trip, five more days.
This story illustrates why my husband is not only wonderful, but also why he is an essential part of my post-apocalypse survival plan.