Campers,

Grandma had one of those big black iron kettles like witches do.

She had a still in the woods too.

Lived totally off of 5 acres of Ozark lower hills which was an improvement from the place back up in the woods I remember when I was really little and Grandma used to make fun of my dad cause the undercarriage of our modern ’48 Hudson couldn’t clear the creek but her and Walter’s Model T had no such trouble.

So, I value soap and the pic here shows an example of what I do when a bar gets too small to use.

Just pile it on the fresh bar.

Never gotten over 3 layers.

The bucket contains a bloody thirty dollar sock that I got for two bucks new but was victim of all gooey blood from a puncture wound.

I pretty much always go bare legged and get scratches from bushes and the like as I hike up hills and through brambles and pick up trash.

Now and then I get wounds that are tougher to heal.

Fractured a bone in my right foot once (‘dancer’s fracture’) jogging across a culvert and fell on Double Dipsea few times which everyone did cause it was more of a Prison Break than a race when I did it in the early 80’s.

lol

Like the soap ?

Try it yourself.

And, on nuclear war ?

First need after you’ve sheltered for a week in basement will be to get water.

Always be certain not to take the water on top cause radiation floats.

Cover your cup with your hand if you have to and get water underneath.

I won’t be here.

If I’m lucky.

h.