One of the times I’ve laughed the hardest was on this trip, where I had taken several first-timers with me.
The map showed this trail as a “shortcut” to where I was wanting to be for the night, but it instead turned into an unglodly-long zig zag down a mountain.
Into the second hour, with the bottom of the mountain still not in sight, I overheard my buddy mutter to himself, in complete exasperation, “What sort of total masochist designed this trail??”
I think the reason it was so funny is because all of us were suffering and in complete agony, having the same sorts of thoughts. He just spoke what we were all already feeling.
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 ...
