The Gas Can Books, Book I



Sunday August, 7th 2011 - Book 87 - Every so often Bob paid me to stay overnight in the miners' cabin at Spruce to keep a watchful eye on all his props while he was away. I always enjoyed these weekend vacations up at Spruce. It's beautiful there. On this occasion, I packed my old PCT pack with enough bookmaking pages and props for three books, grabbed enough canned food and potatos for two days, and hoofed it up the road like usual and met Bob and twelve or so "Geology Adventurerers" at the well-hidden entrance to the Spruce trail. Bob wanted me to help an aging man up the trail. Spending a day mining at Spruce was a high priority on his Bucket List, but nobody was certain he would make it. The man made it with a lot of ego-stroking from me, without any help. While the Miners and Adventurers hammered away on the bench above me, I set up shop at the firepit below the miners' cabin and began my bookmaking scene in the sun. Oh wow, bookmaking in the sun that day was awesome!


I made this book, and the next, from the smaller gas cans Bob had to use years ago to pack gas up to his air compressor in an unusual situation. He usually uses large gas cans which his pilot friend packs from the road to Spruce using his helicopter. In any case, the smaller gas cans were still there with nothing to do, acting Trash until I had the strange notion to make books from them. You might get high as a muthafunker reading my Gas Can Books, Book I but it's one of my first "3-D books" and it comes complete with two salvaged thermarest pockets on the inside, two cloths pin page holders, two crystals from Spruce, and some of my favorite  proof-of-work, bookmaking photos. I new this book was special when I showed it to Millionare Miner Rick, and his eyes got big and he smiled when I unscrewed its lid, opened it up, and showed him a book in the space where gas was supposed to be. 

PROP COSTS: $11.15 + (STORYTIME WORKED: 4hrs 18min x OUR EXCHANGE RATE (based on fed minimum wage): $7.25) = $42.33


The signature shot below shows me hiking back up to the miners' cabin above the firepit. It's just four corrugated metal walls with a loft, a bed, a stove, and a counter for a kitchen, but I would count myself lucky to have such an outstanding structure to set my home in. I just hope a tree doesn't fall on it on some aweful spring day.