Every now and then, you need survival food. This is why my Dad always brings chocolate chips when we go hiking. Often, the youngest of my little siblings will start dragging her feet and moaning quite a bit. The second to youngest (aka my slightly dramatic and should-be-an-actress sister) tends to collapse in the middle of the trail and start giving us her last will and testament while other hikers pass by giving us strange looks. If they weren't already giving us strange looks because the ...