Hey! Don't knock that cast iron frying pan. Many years ago I was backpacking in the Adirondacks and was invited to breakfast by the group in the next camp site. Jeans and flanel shirts, flanel covered camp bags, axes, platic sheeting strung on 1/2 rope, and yes a 12" cast iron frying pan (We're talking about 5 miles in from the trail head) They cooked up several pounds of breakfast sausage and several pounds of bacon in that skillet and then started dropping eggs into all that grease. Yummy! Cast iron fry pans are fine with me - as long as I don't have to carry them.