more to come soon

This is all the stuff that i am bringing into the backcountry. Things that are not in the picture are a lighter, and matches. This trip  is all going to be with a striker. We are also going use lots of fires for cooking. Many stories to come, i will be returning on the final day of this month.

 

Peace out

 

1 liter thermus. ( Best thing ever!)

 

Photos

The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.

Fall poem by John Muir

On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.

                                        Thoreau

By: Henry David Thoreau