Today I observe the end of something.
The end of three-and-a-half years of looks in the hallway and words uttered. Three-and-a-half years of compliments paid and laughter garnered. Three-and-a-half years of keeping things dry. Three-and-a-half years of carrying and lugging.
The end of my duct tape backpack.
On a whim one day I tried out my sister's backpack, and discovered that I really liked the features that it had, a waist strap, on-the-fly adjustability, many pockets, getting fatter backwards instead of sideways, and feeling comfy.
Of course, it got my brain going.

How could I pull something like that off with a duct tape design.

And it is on that note that version 3.0 started to create itself in my mind.
Previously I had been on 2.5 after the back and straps were revamped, but this is more than a step, this is a leap forwards in what I can do.

I have the tape.
I have the time.
I have the skill.

Next step, duct tape backpack version 3.0.