My first exposure to cast iron was through boy scouts with cast iron griddles and Dutch ovens cooking on an open fire.

They got left out in the rain, blasted with heat hot enough to melt lesser metals*, had all manner of acidic foods cooked in them, got scrubbed clean with steel wool and dish soap, spent most of their lives when they weren’t in use in a garage with no climate control where the humidity often got pretty gross, and generally got used, abused, and neglected. Never had any issues with the seasoning, rust, etc. I think one time after a camping trip by the beach where they sat out getting lightly twisted with salt spray all weekend, they picked up a bit of rust, so someone’s dad got them sandblasted at his job, and after a trip or to through the oven for reseasoning they went right back in service, and that was the only special treatment they ever got.

So it was really weird to me when I got older and got some pans of my own to see people talking about babying their cast iron like they do. I’m a little more careful with my pans than I was with the ones we had in scouts, but not by much. And when I take them camping I’m not above throwing them into the fire to burn off any really stubborn, burnt-on crud.

And at the end of the day, there’s not much that you can realistically do to a cast iron pan that you can’t fix with some sandpaper and elbow grease and a quick reseasoning.

*At one point, we somehow ended up with an aluminum griddle in one of our cook kits. It was a pretty much indistinguishable from our iron ones except that it weighed less, it was a pretty solid griddle. On one camping trip it was left on the fire after breakfast, and I don’t know exactly how it came to pass because it was another patrol, but they somehow got the fire up hot enough to melt it. I still have a blob of aluminum somewhere that we fished out of the ashes.