I guess I need to start with this is an embarrassing story....many years ago I took my dad on our one and only camping trip together. He was late 50's I was early 20's. Our second day was our second day of constant rain. I thought I had the fire situation all set by virtue of bic lighters. Multiple bic lighters. I discovered that those become completely and totally useless when your saturated, wrinkled hands get the flint wet, and as a result, we were without fire that night. (I'm giving you a short version because I no longer recall all the details). It was a lousy night after a lot of paddling and portaging. As a paranoid response, I now carry everything in the world with me - except lighters. Fire starter sticks, a ton of laundry lint, a zillion matches in fireproof containers stored in multiple places on multiple packs, flint and steel. I look back at that evening and wonder how in the world I was unable to get a fire going by one method or another. I think it was a combination of being very tired, and feeling too much imagined pressure of getting it attended to "now", a little immaturity, and probably some inexperience. But I'll tell you this much - never again will I be unable to start a fire. The Park may tell me I can't have a fire, and that's fine, but I'll always be able to make one.