inocent? :-) born 1967 (41), been on the road since june of 1984, I was 16 when I struck out. I'm "into" natural fiber camping equipment,
ie canvas tent and pack, wool clothing and blankets, Old solid brass kero stoves, (look at posted pix)
Flint&steel for camp fires, living history, Cobler/taylor & leather craft
Please describe how you could take the peel off an apple all in one go: hammer!

1957 Primus 210,1952 Primus 96,1960 Primus 210
Interests: Collecting old kerosene and military stoves Traveling History I.E. French and Idian wars
Colonial war fur trade/Mountain men and "Edwardian camping"from the Turn of the Century.
Nature hiking camping with old style gear "doing it myself"ie roasting my own coffee
making my own clothes and gear making primitive camp gear and hunting equipment

Favorite Movies: Lord of the Rings trilogy, Last of the Mohicans, The Blood of heros, Mad Max, The road Warrior,
Master and comander, Blade runner
Favorite Music: anything but "Jazz"
Favorite Books: Lord of the rings(my only novel), Farthest North, We Die alone, Rouge warrior, mountain man and F&I war research,
bush craft, woodcraft and camping, Alaskan mysteries
THE Last Ride: A 1974 Cadilac Hearse W/ Fleetwood front and a Miller Meteor coach
Best friend: GRUNT
see also foto bucket A 1974 Cadilac Hearse W/ Fleetwood front and a Miller Meteor coach, ... digihitch, shoe, shoe, camelot,

bone, antler, claws and teeth,ibrik, knife, pot and stove,cast iron, tinned copper and a brass tank, mochasins, tent, boots and Oetzi's pack, man, dog, trail and sky ,sinue,canvas, wool and hide,flint, steel, stubborness and whit

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musings of a man not yet old.

When I am 90 years old, and my grandchildren play, I wish them to have the knowlege of the oak, the pine, the maple, the birch and the olive trees.
Not just knowing them to be extinct.
When I am old, and will likely sit on the nearest stump, smoking my pipe, as seen from the smoke tedrils thruough to dance the night sky, and I am almost certain to ask:
"What happened to the trees?"
Life at 3 feet from the paving stones
In the 25 years I have traveled, I have seen men in an open capacity, my being a traveler, The men and women of society do not care what you think or what you witness them doing, so they are unabashed of what they allow you to see.
From this perspective, I have seen levels of depravity that would make the devil rethink his strategies.
However, I have also witnessed and experienced such kindness so as to infuriate him. This is life at 3 feet from the paving stones

rebirth, or just reaching for another book?
I have as of yet, lived two lives, one before the age of sixteen, and the life that strarted at the age of sixteen. My life starting at the age of sixteen is where it improved; I had freedom of thought, action and vocation. Truely! In spite of the poverty I had to accept in the exchange, my life improved under the bridges,
in the city parks and in the houses of strangers.
I learned to be resourceful, swift of mind and feet. I learned what a woman realy wanted,
only to realise she would not allow me to do this for her. It is ironic to be the man of her dreams,
and to be such terrified her. I learned to be honest in the face of dificulty and poverty, and have recieved riches of a new kind in return, Trust.

Now? now I look at the possibility of yet another rebirth of a type, that of assimilating myself into this world
that has as of yet shown little mercy, but much in knowledge. That I may know the simple joys of a married man,
with children and a loving wife. This now seems feasable to me, where not too long ago it seemed impossible.

At the age of 41 years, I have rediscovered hope. It is an odd feeling, somewhat alien, but, comforting in it's newness.
This is a time of rethinking what was proven, of rewriting the books, of re-consideration of
what was previously unconceivable. A time where a nomad can be the holder of the hearth,
the father of good responsible children, and the loving husband of a devoted wife.

I will begin at the same point most young men do, the search of employment, of a hearth and home,
then with fortune holding, a woman that may become my wife and mother of my children.
I am a patient man, a blessing of a hard life, and am able and willing to wait a while if needs be.
It is better to know what you have worked and waited for is worth the effort. And patience and prudence is the key.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts,
build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer,
cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.

Specialization is for insects."
Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love