However, I've seen the the woodstove to lust over. It is known as a FourDog Titanium UL2 stove. It is so light for it's size, that it practically defies the laws of physics. I've started to save my pennies.
I didn't know he had one made from titanium. But, with a pulk and a short hike in, I'm not too worried about weight.
I wish we actually had some snow because this really looks like so much fun to do.
An overnight fire falls into the nice-to-have category for me...it would make the morning fire easier and quicker, but is not necessary for sleeping comfort. A canvas tent, in addition to blocking the wind, does a pretty good job of capturing the heat of the earth, and my own body heat.
In recent years, I've moved away from gas lanterns for camping, with the exception of winter camping in one of my canvas tents. They put out a substantial amount of heat, and bring cheer, pushing the gloom to the fringes. A gas lantern in a white canvas tent is a thing of joy.
It has always been my private conviction that any man who pits his intelligence against a fish and loses has it coming.
I don't think there is a finer feeling than looking up in the morning through the opening of a teepee. The way the light comes through the canvas is pretty special. I have spent my fair share of time in canvas lodges of a multitude of styles. Since I have been hammock camping I have been trying to figure out how to sneak my hammock into my lodge at fur trade reenactments. I will however, happily go to ground to spend time in my canvas home. An 18' teepee has quite a bit of room so maybe someday.... I will add to Old Gringo's comment on lantern light and canvas. One of the most beautiful experiences I ever had was looking down on our camp of about 15 lodges spread along the edge of the woods with campfires and candle lanterns lighting camps and lodges. Simply breathtaking.
"Mother Gue", I says "the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world," and by God, I was right. Keep your nose in the wind and your eye along the skyline.
We are now ready to start our way down the Great Unknown.We are three quarters of a mile in the depth of the earth.We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknow river yet to explore.What falls there are, we know not; what rocks beset the channel, we know not; what walls rise over the river, we know not. Ah, well! We may conjecture many things. The men talk as cheerfully as ever; jests are bandied about freely this morning; but to me the cheer is somber and the jests are ghastly. Powell 1869
Looks super cozy!