When I was a kid, I was po (to poor to even spell it.) When I joined the Scouts and buying the required uniform, etc; we didn't have enough money to buy all the typical camping type stuff we're all accustomed to now. I remember that my grandmother made me a sleeping bag of sorts from mill felt she acquired from the paper mill she worked at. It was lined with an old sheet and an afghan she had also made. It was pretty heavy, but I can't remember ever sleeping cold or damp while I had it.
Anyone else have experiences with other handy improvs?
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It's not the pace of life that concerns me, It's the sudden stop at the end.
Anyone else have experiences with other handy improvs?
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It's not the pace of life that concerns me, It's the sudden stop at the end.