My buddy Jeff trodding along even though he came down sick with the flu while we were out in the mountains. I caught this stunning picture of him making his way with my dog Emerson accompanying him. Glorious time of year to be in the backcountry. Beauty overwhelms the senses every direction you look.
I will probably begin video uploads from this adventure next week. In the meantime, keep on the lookout for a video upload sometime today of every piece of gear from my pack and my dog’s pack that we carried out with us on this trip. Plenty of images from the trip are included.
I got tired of carrying booze, fuel, and medicine and got the bright idea to see if a strong enough whiskey might not serve all three purposes.
#WhiskeyStoves #BoozeForFuel #PocketCooking #ThePracticalWoodsman #PleasantHillbillyPickle
For centuries, families across Britain slept in what was known as a box bed, a wooden bed built into the wall or enclosed with doors, designed to keep out the bitter cold of winter.
Far more than a place to sleep, the box bed was a practical solution in cottages where space was limited and every bit of warmth mattered. By enclosing the bed, families trapped precious heat, reduced draughts and gained a little privacy in homes where several generations often lived under one roof.
These humble beds witnessed every stage of life. Children were tucked into them at night, babies were born in them, and loved ones spent their final hours there, surrounded by family. In many cottages, the box bed even formed part of the wall itself, helping divide the living and sleeping areas of a single-room home.
To modern eyes they may seem cramped, but to those who lived through harsh winters with little comfort, the box bed was a warm, secure refuge, a simple piece of craftsmanship that helped ordinary families ...
