I have no cross-country tales to tell. For several years, however, I have packed a classical guitar into the high Sierras on backpacks and trail rides. The first time, I tried using a Martin backpacker's guitar, but it sounded too much like a fine wooden banjo. From that year forward, I have sung with my nine fellow travelers and with assorted folks who dropped into our campsite, using a full-scale Takamine. I've always felt that folk music and trout fishing were fine companions.