The Jumping Off Point

You are secure, confident, you know these woods and their pitfalls.  Your canteen is always filled, your boots are broken in, your pack ...

Without fire there's no comfort, little safety, and so, no joy in camp.  You gather birchbark, tiny spruce twigs because they are dry...

Gravel crunches under your feet.  You step over a fallen log, safer than stepping on top.  The lace of your boot drags through the moss,...

You follow a map, you check in or register or sign in or else you just show up, with all your preparations on your back.  All that weigh...