Two days off-grid in the cozy treehouse I built. A dog in the rain. Survival?

I am off-grid in the forest, staying in an old treehouse I built two years ago. I am accompanied by Masha, a dog who joined me back in the village. It is evening now, and it will get dark in an hour, so I need to reach camp and get ready for the night. Inside the wooden structure, I noticed signs that a traveler or survivalist had been there previously. I unpacked, tidied up, and laid out my sleeping bag. I won't light the stove; there are a lot of dry branches and spruce needles piled on the roof near the chimney, and I don't want them catching fire. I couldn't get the dog inside the shelter for the night; she is afraid of enclosed spaces—someone must have scared her in the past, and she suffers from claustrophobia. There is no way I can drag her up into the treehouse. So, the dog will sleep outside and bark if there is any danger. The night in the forest was peaceful. It is warm and cozy inside the room. It is autumn now, so there are no mosquitoes. In the morning, I washed up, fed the dog, and went for a walk in the woods—and to retrieve my camera. It started to rain. Along the way, I saw a pile of logs that foresters had prepared for transport, as well as an abandoned campfire site. The trail camera didn't capture any animals, save for a badger and a large beetle; the foresters likely scared the wildlife away, driving them deep into the woods. The rain intensified; Masha refused to go into her doghouse, so she lay out in the rain instead. Hiking and camping in the forest is good for one's health and offers a welcome break from work and the hustle and bustle of the city. Finally, I lit the stove and made a compote using apples, plums, and a lemon. It is very cozy, comfortable, and warm inside the forest log cabin, so I had a good rest listening to the sound of the rain and the crackling hot coals. Then, I put the meat on the fire and headed over to my old mini-dugout. It was full of cobwebs inside; no one had been there for a long time. I might come back to the wilderness soon to fix up that underground shelter and try to survive there for 24 hours. The pork steak turned out delicious. The forest is a great place to be, but I have to head back to the village. I leave the treehouse in a bit of a somber mood, with my dog ​​Masha following close behind as we walk through the rainy woods. This video captures the ordinary life of a hermit—no bushcraft or survival challenges, no crafting projects, no forestry work, and no shelter building; just relaxation, the forest, and the sounds of birds, rain, and the fire. Thanks for watching and for joining me.
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