I have found myself being pulled more and more back into the woods. I really shouldn't be surprised I guess. I was raised in a rural area and I find myself liking the city (or what there is of the city that I see...) less and less.
When I was a young man I called myself a courer du bois, a runner of the woods. I would camp sometimes for weeks at a time with just a lean-to, knife, compass and some fishing line just to test myself. To see how far I could go. Of course I can't do that now, but sometimes after another day working in the butt-crack* of Detroit I wish I could.
I had skills once, I really did. This blog is about my attempt to see if I still have them or if I don't to see if I can re-learn them.
*FYI Firefox in linux does not tag butt-crack as misspelled. That just amuses me :)
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