To celebrate my birthday, I built a shelter and spent a few days camping in it and snowshoeing around it, like spokes from a hub.
Loaded up a sled (the plastic kind that ice fishermen use) with sleeping bag, axe, saw, shovel, pot, ground pad and miscellaneous, strapped on snowshoes, and off I went. A lot of my stuff is military surplus, because it's cheap, rugged, and inconspicuously colored. My parka, gaiters, mittens, mukluks, sweater, hat, and one firestarter are all from various militaries, mostly Scandinavian.
I told my best friend where I was going, and he surprised me by tracking me down with a celebratory bottle of port. He helped build the shelter, then stayed long enough to sit by the fire for a couple glasses. This is him starting work by the fallen red oak we've decided to use as the framework:
Here it is during construction, with hemlock and balsam boughs going on the floor, and young white pines and whatever as walls and roof:
Finished shelter. I spent two nights here, one of which went down to zero degrees fahrenheit with windchills from minus fifteen to minus thirty (wife was checking Weather.com), and a dusting of snow. The guy who helped build it wants to go try it out, so we're going back again later this week.
Here's the view from the inside looking out. I went through a
lot of firewood, mostly the top of the fallen oak and some standing dead stuff near by. I was never cold except for my face, but I spent more time collecting firewood than any other activity, including sleeping.