The best coffee I ever had was seven days later on the same hike. We found a partial 3 pound can of Folgers lying in the trail, probably lost by a horse packer. Getting close to the end of our trip we were a bit ahead of schedule for meeting our ride at Mackay Bar on the South Fork of the Salmon. So we made camp at 1:00 in the afternoon and started a pot of cowboy coffee, which is a pan of water heated on the campfire with some coffee grounds thrown in. We drank the finest coffee in the world for the next four hours.

You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the old model obsolete.
R. Buckminster Fuller