Years ago, in the Sierras, we chanced upon a woman, alone, who said she'd traveled for two years in Africa using a Grayl. (and no, it doesn't come with sanctification, but if you've ever know real thirst....)
It was all the endorsement I needed, but it wasn't until today, some five or more eons later, that it got its chance. And though this was as clean and clear as the other that came from a pipe straight out of the mountain, I learned my lesson -- a course of metronidazole and a hefty doctor bill.
The Grayl puts out a product similar to Glacier/Primo, my drink of choice.
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