Let me start this post by saying that I’m not anti-cop. I’m not afraid of cops with M4s and armored vehicles (although I wish more private citizens had them too!). I’m actually quite glad that the cops had a massive amount of firepower this week to deal with the Boston marathon bombers.
This is worth reading.
Improved map of the territories of Michigan and Ouisconsin, 1835.
On this day in 1818, the land that makes up current-day Wisconsin was officially declared part of the Michigan Territory. The Wisconsin Territory was established in 1836, a year after cartographer John Farmer of Detroit created this map.
via: Historical Maps Collection, Wisconsin Historical Society
The Patron Saint of Cabin Porn
Of all the many cabins and stories we’re lucky enough to receive, Richard Proenneke’s is easily submitted the most. In 1968, at the age of 51, Dick left a life of ranching, carpentry and heavy machine repair to retire to Twin Lakes, Alaska in what is now Lake Clark National Park. Deposited by float plane, and carrying only the simplest of tools, he set out to build a homestead and survive the winter, alone in the wilderness.
Proenneke documented his efforts and experiences exhaustively, through both journals and hundreds of hours of 16mm film, and his actions and words embody the highest virtues of cabin life: ingenuity, patience, vitality, reflection and craft. Ultimately, he would spend the next 30 years living in his remote and challenging paradise.
I love this guy and his story! Something to think about going through every day life.
Barbour For Jack Spade
The coo on the tongues of all the street style folks right now is this perfect joint effort between Jack Space and Barbour. Although the latter much more steeped in heritage tradition, Jack Space has been consistently coming forth some great bags over the last several years. This collab is like a grandfather passing on his secrets to the grandson. Or something like that…
Lined with a classic Barbour tartan and made from a hearty waxed canvas, identical to Barbour’s outerwear, Spade’s bags and are bolstered by custom brass hardware and Italian leather accents. Looks like there will be some jackets in there too.
Your First Knife
You never really forget your first knife. It’s surely a rite of passage for many. To be given an object that could be so useful and dangerous is both empowering and scary in turns. Thinking of what you’ll be able to do with it. Wondering how sharp it really is. Whittling your first ‘stick.’ While those feelings become tempered over time, they never fully disappear. They’re with you every time you pick up a new knife. Every knife is, in some way, still your first knife.
Funny story, I too had the same knife and it was wonderful. My mom did not know that I was going to get it, and when I did she was not happy. Later that summer while fishing in Northern Wisconsin I knocked it off the edge of a boat to its final resting place.