Nestled deep within a natural hollow, I began crafting a shelter using time-honored bushcraft skills. Fallen branches formed a sturdy A-frame, layered thickly with spruce boughs for insulation. The depression of the hollow provided wind protection and thermal mass. A raised bed of ferns and moss kept me off the damp earth, while a small reflector wall of stones directed heat from a contained fire. Every element was sourced from the forest floor—no trace left behind. As night fell, the shelter radiated warmth, a quiet sanctuary where survival met serenity, proving that comfort in the wild is born of skill, patience, and respect for nature.
