I started coming down with the flu Wednesday night, and today (Friday) it is kicking my butt. I’m lying around in misery, completely devoid of energy.
The only reason I’m sick is because my buddy, who was many miles out in the backcountry with me last week, in the chilling cold air and rain, passed it on to me. I’m a bit in wonder, to be honest, that he wasn’t a bigger jerk than he was. It happens to all of us, doesn’t it? When we’re feeling like death warmed over it strains our patience and understanding with those around us. I’m not always the easiest to put up with, anyway. But he did a fantastic job, all things considered.
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 ...
