Here’s the Appalachian wilderness where I grew up, that was my playground, and where my parents still live today. I used to get up very early in the morning and hike through the woods back to that pond you see in the picture, arriving just about the time the sun had risen, to fish for a few hours and then spend the last hour skipping rocks, before hiking back home through the woods in the early afternoon, starving for dinner.
Out here, a little light goes a long way. You don't need to push back the whole night, just enough of it to see your next step.
— The Practical Woodsman
This is something I can say I never experienced on the ol’ Shawnee Appalachy River.
Braving the Ol' Shawnee Appalachy - Pt 2: Ornery Gal
Damp insulation won't keep you warm. Dry your layers whenever the sun gives you the chance, because the woods won't remind you before nightfall.
— The Practical Woodsman
