Pitons - check Snorkel - check Parachute - check Helmet - check Life jacket - check Lenses - check Rifles - check Ski Poles - check Kneepads - check Tackle box - check Checklist - check!

Soft as a whisper, rich as royalty's dreams, the fabric of elegance that drapes upon noble shoulders and glides like a cat's silent step.

I might hold gifts, Or something icky, I help with sniffs, So don't be picky

I am five letters long, but I have no 'real' vowels to my name. I start with the rarest of beginnings and end with a tail, repeating my first two steps before I am done. Chemists know my essence, but the world has forgotten my name

I travel far though I have no feet, In crests and troughs, I rise and meet. Through air or wire my pulses stream, Carrying voices, code, and beam.