I'm off work for the week. Slept all day Monday, then decided to get my lazy ass outside Tuesday..... Spent the morning humming and hawing over which knives, flashlights, headlamps, and axes to pack.....Then spent another hour stuffing firekits into every pocket Finally got the ruck squared away....by noon ......loaded up the Jeep with the 20lb'er of propane, the roofing torch, and the iron tripod I made for the dutch oven. I had planned to use the roofing torch to heat the tripod hot so I could beeswax it, kinda blacksmith finish......sorta.... Drove up to the lil cabin in the woods, pissing rain and dark skies. Made a pit stop for some local brews and diesel and then drove to the cabin. No one around. All the puddles on the main trunkline and the spur roads were crystal clear, no mud stirred up. No one had been up here in at least a week. Or so i thought. More on that later. gloomy day on the cutblock........hard driving rain and heavy cloud cover. not much wood left.......barely any actually. I had to axe this cedar from a downed tree. used the Bushcraft UK/USA official bushcraft fire starter thingy...(tiger torch, 80,000 BTU's) .....to warm the stove up and the cabin up prior to lighting the stove. Toasty hot in a minute. worked on the iron dutch oven tripod i made recently at work. Heated up the steel hot and applied beeswax. Didn't really turn out like i wanted it to.....oh well......the tripod will get used like twice a year.....no biggy oh well. The tripod is bomber rock steady. Time for Beer! Of course......there was garbage stashed away behind the cabin. ripped tarps, GROSS wet clothes, pieces of shredded rope etc. Im so used to this bullshit now, that i just go auto pilot and throw it on the fire. This is where sh*t got weird. really f***ing weird.