It's rough around the edges, not unlike the bent old hands that made it, but Spud, the prototype of my Idaho Bedroll (patent pen.), is done and needs tested in the field. “Yes. It's a need.” I explain to the wife as I pack meat and beer.
Come. Sit. Three Fingered Tim will share a tale.
It came first to my dreams, troubled my sleep then soon my days. A still small voice intoning, “Build the bed, it will take you places.”
So I built it. Let the places begin.