The year is 1932 in this one, and I set out to do a traditional 1930s hobo camp in the snow—minimalist, solo, and with no tent. I found a quiet “hobo jungle” near the rails and built a simple canvas lean-to with a ridgeline and prusik knots, then laid in with thick wool blankets and a tarp. It was sitting around 20–22°F, and I’ll be honest with you: it turned into one of the coldest, most uncomfortable nights I’ve had in the woods. My boots froze solid, and I had to get up twice just to get blood moving again. I also walk through the kind of kit a hobo would’ve kept close—tin cup and billy, cordage, fixed blade, simple tools, and a way to stay presentable because every day was a job interview. I cook supper the old-school way (lamb stew and peas), save the peaches for morning, and then show you how to make a hobo stove out of a tin can and a couple coat hangers. We finish it off with cowboy (hobo) coffee and a few practical winter takeaways: get off the snow with a solid fire base, prioritize insulation under you, and keep your water where it won’t freeze.