Murkwood I decided to hit the forest today for some black birch roots that I'm harvesting for tool handles for the upcoming spoon knives and other tools I'm going to be making with Matt. The woods behind the house always reminded me of medieval england or viking territory. Dark, murky, misty swamp land full of twisted up black birch and extemely steep rocky slopes... Maybe that's why I had a crazy imagination growing up on this little mountain. The woods were always eerie at dusk.. Even on this cloudy day, it still reminded me of: [video=youtube;2UbtcmjfKa8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UbtcmjfKa8[/video] Well I got my first order from Donk in the mail. "One high quality, Internationally known and loved, made in America by and American DONK GRILL!" After seeing our northern friends [Doug and Joe] countlessly cooking steaks on one of these I had to have one. Then by fate, I met Donk in Ohio and came home really wanting one. To be honest, I instantly knew this would be a 'choice piece of gear' as Donk would say... for Jess' kit. Here is the last known photo of the elusive man himself. So we hit the woods with some sandwhiches and tea ready to test the Grill of Donk. I also received a lovely gift from a member here. An 18" pack basket which just happens to fit my frost river pack perfectly. This will become a vital piece of kit. Thank you Sunny. I like the idea of a pack basket. Sure you can put a lid on it, but I like the idea of having a strong open backpack that doesn't even feel like it's an chimpanzee clinging to your back. This is weightless and perfect for what I set out to do today. There was a patch of swamp where a friend gave me permission to harvest some black birch roots. So we went out to have lunch, tea, and some foraging on the way back.