

Born on a freezing night in Yosemite
Every February my wife and I go snowshoe camping in Yosemite. One year, on a winter attempt at Clouds Rest, we climbed out of the valley with crampons and ice axes and made camp in Little Yosemite Valley just as it got dark, in the shadow of Half Dome.
I melted snow, poured the hot water into our dehydrated dinners, and reached for our spoons. We’d forgotten them. We dug through the snow for sticks and carved a tiny spoon so we could eat.
I fell asleep that night thinking about an app that would make sure we never forgot the spoon, or anything else, again.
— Mike, creator of DFTS
