2021-050 | TRANGIA SPIRIT BURNER

IN OCTOBER 2014, A US-based benefactor provided me a TRANGIA Spirit Burner set for use then of my ongoing route-finding explorations of the Cebu Highlands Trail Project. This project is a long trail of a north-to-south axis that would traverse over the middle backbone of the island province of Cebu, in Central Philippines, which I finished in November 2016.

The exploration has no source of funding nor big-name sponsors and I was asking a little for blessings from friends and appreciative people. A trickle came and one of these significant donations was a TRANGIA Spirit Bunrer set. It is made of brass. It weighs 108 grams, 7.5 centimeters in diameter and 4.5 centimeters in height. It has a screw cap and another cap where you could adjust and control the flame.  

It comes with a windscreen that can be dismantled in three pieces and assembled, which has a total weight of 115 grams. The windscreen complemented well with the burner as it propped the pot above it aside from its other function as a mechanical wrench. By its size, weight and simplicity, I favored this burner set in all my outdoor activities. Fuel I used is denatured alcohol which are sold in 375-milliliter bottles.  

During my explorations of the last six segments of this project between 2015 and 2016, where weight was very essential, the TRANGIA Spirit Burner set was just perfect. Each segment was between two to seven days duration and the volume of fuel I carried was fixed at 3 bottles x 150 ml or 450 ml total. With a self-contained load, the burner set fit into the tight spaces available, to include the fuel bottles. 

Because it was very simple to set up and use, I found myself many times, boiling water for coffee or cooking instant soups by the trail. The process takes just inside of fifteen minutes and the TRANGIA Spirit Burner set had saved me many times regaining my strength where I need it most. This burner set have done well to the demands of my explorations, the terrain and the tropical climate.

Although this was an equipment designed for the individual, I have used it many times to cater to two other persons while in camp. The simmer cap regulates the flame and saved fuel consumption as well as of overcooking; but when you have used this so many times, you could already estimate the amount of fuel you need and discard the simmer cap. 

When I tested the Cebu Highlands Trail with a thruhike, naturally, the TRANGIA Spirit Burner set was part of my equipment. This thruhike was done in 29 days of January and February 2017, from the southernmost point of the island of Cebu up to its northernmost tip, covering 408+ kilometers of rugged terrain along the middle cordilleras. 

The alcohol burner worked mornings and evenings everyday; be it rainy or warm; cold or humid; and, on a few occasions, mid-afternoon coffee breaks when I arrived at my destinations very early. I have never experienced with a component failure since it has no movable parts. For as long as I could feed it with denatured alcohol, I will have my meals. Or coffee.

On other instances, like dirt-times with my bushcraft guild or travelling during training sessions, I experiment in pairing the TRANGIA Spirit Burner with a Swiss Army Wood Stove, when I still have the latter, and, lately, with a Solo Wood Stove. I would use the wood burner as an effective wind screen while increasing the heat efficiency of the alcohol burner, utilizing the construction and design of the wood stoves. 

Presently, the TRANGIA Spirit Burner totally complements my Solo Wood Stove by providing the latter the capacity to use denatured alcohol when not using wood. The alcohol burner perfectly fits inside the wood stove when packed that it transforms into one unit although each could function without the other.

The TRANGIA Spirit Burner set has seen a lot of rough handling and use. I had seen it used for more than an hour of cooking under warm tropical conditions, stopping only when it burned all the fuel down and refilled and re-lit and repeating the process a couple of times more. Once the flames turned blue, it told me that the burner achieved a stable temperature ideal for cooking. 

I had seen it fall several times with nary a dent. Saw it explode a few times when invisible flames lit fresh fuel poured in its superheated cauldron. I once saw the metal surface where the blowholes are located glow red hot. One time, spilled fuel burned all over it and I have to wait for several minutes before I could intervene and cool it down.

The TRANGIA Spirit Burner is built to last. It is old technology yet quite relevant in these present times. It is made in Sweden and probably was designed in temperate and arctic regions yet it performed well in the tropics without fear of a meltdown. So simple and no movable parts and valves. What it has are a couple of screw caps. 

This is an equipment that I highly recommend for the active individual engaged in leisure outdoor activities, like overnight camping, light backpacking and hiking the long trails. Its fuel, the denatured alcohol or its similar derivative can be acquired everywhere, comes very cheap and very safe to store. It does not need a special container.

The TRANGIA Spirit Burner, which is a set, is available online in Amazon, eBay and most outdoors specialized stores. The windscreen is sold separately. Closer to home, it is available online in Lazada Philippines at 1,350 Philippine peso ($27.92), to include a mini-windscreen. But watch out for imitations. Insist on the original.    

Picture Nr 1 grabbed from Trangia website.

2021-035 | SWISS ARMY WOOD STOVE

THIS WAS ONE OF MY BEST cooking equipment. It is made in Switzerland and, in fact, I owned two. I came to possess these because I have a Swiss friend as a benefactor. My friend ordered twenty of these surplus military equipment from Switzerland but I have to do field tests first before he would dispose these by selling it here in the Philippines. 

First of all, the camp stove is designed as an equipment for the individual soldier serving in the Swiss military. It is genuine and is in mint condition. This is known commercially online as the “Swiss Army Volcano Ranger Stove” or the “Swiss Army Volcano Stove” but I just call this simply as the Swiss Army Wood Stove as the term volcano seemed to be overly-exaggerated.

This stove comes as a set: burner, cup and bottle. It is made of ordinary aluminum and weighs a total of around 370 grams. Very light despite the three components. The bottle or the flask has a cork cap and can be filled with liquid of up to about 945 milliliters. The cup, has a capacity of 590 milliliters, and can be held by a pair of wire handles which can be folded. 

The burner is constructed of a ribbed can with a main rectangular hole for feeding fuel and several smaller round holes found near the rim and the bottom of the can which are designed to let oxygen flow in the fire chamber. It has a wire bail which is designed to hold the cup when it is used. When not in use, the bottle is placed inside the can while the cup acts as the lid and is secured by the bail.

When assembled, the Swiss Army Wood Stove stands around 27 centimeters (10.5 inches) tall and has a diameter of 8 centimeters (3.15 inches). The cup does not separate from the burner when stowed inside the bag, especially during a very fast pace marked by bounding over rocks and leaping over streams. It is not obtrusive inside the bag since it is round in construction. 

Since this is an individual equipment, I used it to boil water for coffee in its complimentary cup and, if need be, in the bottle. The cup’s rim is wider than the burner rim and it stays suspended above the fire chamber. As I had observed always, water boils quickly inside of five minutes. It is perfect for quick warm beverages like coffee and chocolate and a quick meal like noodles.

As for the bottle, you fold the burner bail back where its tip fits into a small hole and then you slid in the bottle. That part of the bail that slips into the hole catches the bottle and let it stay suspended above the fire. The problem is you can never remove an extremely warm bottle from the burner with your bare hand unlike the cup where there is a pair of folding wire handles.  

It looks clumsy when you balance a cooking pot over it. The 3-inch diameter of the burner is only good for flat surfaces like concrete or table tops but in the field it is tricky. If only it was shorter but it is about 8.5 inches tall. Because of this there is a tendency that you might ruin your cooking. So be careful not to accidentally bump it when cooking something over uneven ground.

I have tried different fuels when I used this. Most of the time, I used either twigs, bamboo shavings, wood chips or dry coconut leaves when I am at camp. I tried crushed charcoal twice and it worked perfectly. Some other times, I experiment with paper and cardboard which gets digested quickly by the hungry burner. But the most perfect is when I paired it with a Trangia alcohol burner placed at the bottom.  

What I liked about the Swiss Army Wood Stove is it extinguishes all the organic fuel I used to ashes. I just wait for it to cool down then I tilt the open end towards the ground and out went the clean ashes, leaving the insides of the burner very clean. If I am in a hurry, I hold the bail while still warm and out goes hot ashes. This is really a very efficient burner notwithstanding the bad feedback from people.

I have encountered two of these burners damaged to overheating. The aluminum body wilted before extremely high temperatures and melted. These were designed to function in frigid environments and the tropical heat is unkind on the Swiss Army Wood Stove. But mine did not despite the many times I tested these. I just control the flame and feed it from time to time with pencil-sized sticks and lesser sizes. 

Most people used bigger fuel, finger-sized, so they could leave it continuously burning and proceed with the other tasks. Once these wood became embers, the chamber is already very hot and could cook your food already. But unfamiliarity of how it functions and failing to understand thermodynamics caused it to melt when you give these embers life by blowing through the big hole.

One of the improvisation that I and my friend did was complement it with a pot holder. When you placed a pot over the burner rim, heat is trapped and goes out of the small holes located an inch below the rim where it is pushed back when breeze comes in. To remedy that, the pot holder allows warm air to escape through wider openings and remove the pressure inside the chamber and prevent meltdowns. 

I tested the Swiss Army Wood Stove during weekend dirt-times with my outdoor guild here in Cebu, Pilippines, which is kind of very regular. I carried this when I have training engagements teaching wilderness survival in different places in the Philippines like Baguio, Iloilo, Bukidnon and Rizal. I gave away both my Swiss Army Wood Stove, along with the detachable pot holders, as my appreciation for my hosts.

The Swiss Army Wood Stove is a very efficient and very lightweight equipment for the outdoors. While it may be designed for an individual, you may use this as a camp stove that would cater to a group of 3-4 persons provided you have a pot holder. As I had explained above, the pot holder prevents meltdown of the burner as this facilitates the efficient release of heat from the chamber. 

When I had the Swiss Army Wood Stove with me, I removed the bottle and replaced it with a bundle of sticks wrapped in plastic. The bottle was unnecessary in that I have already carried a Nalgene and a Camelbak and a couple of dry bags which I could use as emergency water containers. The bundle of sticks is necessary should the world suddenly turn wet and I am in need of coffee.

Unfortunately, this is not available in the Philippines. Should the Swiss Army Wood Stove be available online, be prepared to acquire this immediately. This is most perfect as a survival equipment in your vehicle, in your bug-out bag, even in your own home as a backup wood stove. But never forget to complement it with a pot holder of any design.

BUSHCRAFT BUHISAN XLII: Sacred Ground

I DO NOT OFTEN BRING people to Camp Damazo. It is sacred ground for the Camp Red Bushcraft and Survival Guild and it had hosted the 2011, 2012 and 2013 editions of the Philippine Independence Bushcraft Camp and the 2015 Bonifacio Day Bushcraft Camp. There are no seas of clouds nor exhilarating views to gaze upon golden sunsets and luxuriant valleys. It is dreary and humid and all jungle. You will be disappointed. To us who find bushcraft a way of life, it is paradise.

The camp is named after the late Sergio Damazo Jr., my scoutmaster during my high school years at the then Colegio de San Jose-Recoletos (now USJ-R) when it was then housed in its old campus near Freedom Park and Carbon Public Market. During his time, he was a legend among his peers. He was a very good teacher and he was equally a very good storyteller. His tales of his experiences and anecdotes placed all ears to an unflinching attention.

It was that time when a Boy Scout IS a Boy Scout and my school basked under his giant shadow snaring accolade after accolade, recognized and represented in every international jamboree. He was a natural prepper and a master of all crafts that were taught in the Boy Scout. His loss left a big vacuum in the local Boy Scout community which, sadly, stagnated to glamour camping, cater service food and all that is politically correct imposed by overprotective parents.

It is my privilege as his former student to name this place in the wilderness in his honor and memory. There never was like him and his is a big shoe to fill in. Camp Damazo does not appear in Google Map nor it is kind to cellular signals. It is a hidden nook in the Babag Mountain Range yet, despite its remoteness, it can be walked direct from Guadalupe, the route of which is also a mystery. It is a privilege then if you are personally invited.

One of those that I welcomed today – November 26, 2016 – is my Swiss benefactor and friend. I cannot say no to him if ever he rings me for a hike in the woods. He is a typical individual who has a heart set for the outdoors. His is a rare breed in a Europe that is now harboring a highly-urbanized generation which is perpetually wired to the electrical outlet and the Wi-Fi. He is not that young anymore and he is intent to shed off some weight off his frame.

We have spent time together in other places testing equipment and gear and I am more than willing to try anything new. I write my own unsolicited reviews in this personal blog and in my Facebook wall and I somehow liked it in so much that it have helped people in their choices. My Swiss friend is carrying a bag that seem to have a bulky cargo inside. Whatever it will be, I just want to steer him safely along the trail to Camp Damazo.

We walked at a slow pace at ten in the morning on wet ground past a man-made forest of Burma teak. A strange red shark far way from home greeted us. The path ends at Creek Alpha but we walked downstream to get to another trail which would pass an old campsite and more of teak forests with a mixture of non-native species. When I am here, it seems that I am in my natural environment and every stress and worry is forgotten. I am a freelance wilderness guide and this is my office.

I am not a mountain guide. I do not give you the cold shoulder and that perpetual silence while you struggle to keep up with a pace. I do not work that way. I talk to make you more alive and watchful in a pace much to your liking. Along the way are harmful plants which without your knowledge gets you snagged or stung. You begin to wonder how such a living forest is dead? It is so silent.

I was wrong. Here upon a tall teak tree, a stingless bee colony (Local name: kiyot) made a honeycomb inside its trunk which is rare. Honey overflowed and oozed down it. The viscous fluid is sticky and sweet. It is a matter of choice for one native species trying to adapt to a foreign host to keep away competition and ensure its survival. These are small wonders that do not take attention from an untrained eye and the matching wisdom to explain why? That is why I am no mountain guide.

We reach Creek Bravo and take a rest. The humidity of the tropics might be too much for my friend. When I am on this spot, it gives me happiness just to stare across me of the only place in the whole Buhisan Watershed Area where a good concentration of water bamboos (butong) grow. How it colonized that part left me wondering? Whatever, it is a source of material and nourishment for a bushcraft camp. I took special care of these bamboos leaving it untouched for long periods of time.

We resume our hike. We climb up a steep trail to reach a ridge and two parallel trails. One goes down Lensa Creek while the other follow the back of the ridge and then to Camp Damazo. The forest is now alive of birds and insects. I still see Burma teaks, gmelinas and mahoganies but, amidst them, are native species which attract these living creatures. A few branches blocked the path and we have to watch over our heads of unstable ones bound to fall at the rock of a breeze.

Jungle jumble becomes a beautiful forest, for a time, and becomes both as we approach more elevation. Soon we will be at the fabled Camp Damazo. At thirty before twelve noon, we reach the place. In the center is a cairn, marking the fireplace. A bell pepper with a single fruit grow beside it. Above us is a Moluccan ironwood tree (ipil), whose foliage protect us from the eyes of sun and drone. Beside it is a stinging tree (alingatong) which, for all of its ill repute, is harmless. For now.

What makes Camp Damazo special? First of all, I discovered this while exploring Lensa Creek in 2010. It was when I saw a sickly bamboo that I noticed a trail which led to three other trails, which one of these brought me to here. I came back to explore the other trails and found a natural spring and an exit in one and Creek Charlie on another. The camp is on a low peak covered by trees and surrounded by thick jungle where teaching plant ID is perfect. Ground is a mixture of rock, sand and loam and absorbs rainwater quickly.

You would likely see ground pigeons, palm civets, jungle fowls and hawks here at closer distance than you would have expected these to be. Creek Charlie is a source of food which is very vital in a nocturnal hunting episode. Camp Damazo is a wild place but succeeding bushcraft camps have tamed it briefly and I decide to leave this place untouched for every couple of years so wild vegetation would recover. But on some weekends, we come just to cook meals and be gone.

Today, we will just be testing gears and have a cup of coffee and some bread. My Swiss friend retrieved a Kelly Kettle. That is why his bag looked so bulky. It is my first time to personally see, touch and hold a Kelly Kettle. It is a camp burner which you can use to cook food and boil water simultaneously. It is made of high-grade stainless steel and weighs 1000 grams. It consists of the fire oven, a kettle looking like a doughnut with bail and a chain near the bottom to tilt the liquid out, a standard pot and a collapsible pot adapter to handle bigger pots.

We tested it with a commercial alcohol-gel fuel but it never dished out enough heat to boil water in the kettle and it took us the whole of 15 minutes to observe a steam, which did not came, so we decided to add small bits of firewood in the oven to stir the water alive. It did in a few minutes. The Kelly Kettle is more efficient if it uses solid fuel like dry wood, twigs and other kindling. It is best in expedition base camps and in boats where exposure to elements are high like rain, snow and wind.

Buried below the spotlight of the Kelly Kettle, is an Advanced Fire Starter Pro donated by Paul Sidney Uy for my use during my Thruhike of the Cebu Highlands Trail in January 2017. It looks like a tactical pen where the parts can be unscrewed from each other. There is the one holding the striker, another one holding the ferromagnesium rod and another as container for tinder. At the end is a small button compass while the other is a lanyard holder.

I scratched the rod with the striker on the alcohol gel and it caught the sparks and blue flame erupted which then was used for the Kelly Kettle. This fire starter creates a good volume of sparks unheard of for its small size. Actually I tested it on a tattered piece of tissue at Frontgate Burger Restaurant the previous night and the tissue caught fire. Sidney owns Frontgate, located in Baseline, Juana Osmeña Street, Cebu City, which serves the finest burgers and steaks in town. The demo was witnessed by other Frontgate patrons.

After we had our coffee and fully satisfied of time spent well, we leave Camp Damazo for Guadalupe. We walk on the exit trail where the natural spring is located and more strange plants to understand and learn. Streaking away to put more distance from us is a jungle fowl. It is a rooster and it is the first time I saw one fleeing away on the ground. Most often when surprised it flies in a trail of dropping plumes. It may have freshened itself with water from the spring and caught unaware of our coming until about a few meters.

After crossing the upper part of both Creek Alpha and Creek Bravo, which were slippery, we arrive at the Pamutan-Sapangdaku Road. We cross it for another much tame trail going to Lanipao where we found cold refreshment. From there, we walk towards Napo where we ride motorcycles-for-hire to Guadalupe. From the church, we walk again to my favorite watering hole and cap our outdoor workout with the coldest beer.

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BEBUT’S TRAIL XV: The Little Boss

THE GATE IS NOW OPEN FOR LITTLE JACOB to mountain adventures and into the world of the Camp Red Bushcraft and Survival Guild. He is the seven-year old son of Jhurds Neo, head shed of the Camp Red guild. Jacob has a “cult following” of his own of boys his age and above. His skill with the knife and with firecraft are “legendary” and would finally be tested on playgrounds which were denied skilfully by his father to him for sometime.

He is appropriately dressed for the outdoors today (September 12, 2016) and carries a sling bag which, I believe, contained his prized possessions: a knife, a ferro rod set and his jellied cottons. I am following him on the trail. He walked in swagger fashion at first but when he noticed that the ground is a bit slippery for his comfort, he walked cautiously and slowly this time. Hearing the word “snake”, he stopped and signaled me to go first. Smart fellow.

Behind him is his concerned dad, our Swiss friend and benefactor, Ernie the Fixer, Boy O, Jonathan and Señor Nyor. The greens are all in bloom and a good time to do a little Plant ID for the benefit of the Little Boss and our Swiss guest. I start with the most basic and most common of the lot like jackfruit, breadfruit, cottonfruit, star apple, sour sop, sweet potato, spinach vine, horseradish, taro, cassava, papaya and, of course, the bamboo.

Jhurds wanted to introduce Jacob to the almost-forgotten art of making pop guns from bamboo. Too much Internet for the kids today have eroded many of the ideas and the skills of much of the boyhood games and contraptions we learned long ago. We, the older generation, have adapted with technology well and became knowledgeable of the best of both worlds but the present generation do not. Jhurds has to open the gate wide this time for Jacob to explore the ancient world of his dad and that of his grandpop.

I wished I have started my kids when they were young like my late grandfather did for me. I was too engrossed with my government work then, benefiting me nothing but a life devoid of a soul, serving an ingrate master begetting me disappointments. Fortunately, I was able to recover my respect and my reputation after realizing the futility of remaining there and escaping at the right time to the folds of a new-found spirituality and private employment. I am not employed now and have too much time but, still, I wished I had time with my kids then.

We reach the homestead of Luceno Laborte in Sibalas, the navel of Baksan. After rehydrating, we settled down and begun the process of our dirt-time. My Swiss friend unpacked his toys: a Militec folding saw, a Cold Steel Bushman and a strangely camouflaged Swiss army-issue poncho. I instantly fell in love with the poncho but it petered out when he presented to me a Swiss Army emergency stove for testing. It consists of a hobo can, a bottle and a cup and it is all aluminum, except for the steel bail and a cork cap.

Ernie start his business of collecting the food ingredients into his airy kitchen while Nyor has just placed a bird’s nest above dry firewood to be given a baptism of meteor showers from his ferro rod. The sparks came streaming down but the tinder barely caught it. Our Swiss friend tried his own into the nest and, slowly, a tiny flame sprouted from a cotton-silk tree down. Meanwhile, Jacob found new friends and disappeared from view. Only his high-pitched voice could be heard that he is somewhere near. Boys.

Luceno arrived with a half liter of unadulterated coconut wine, still in its white state and sweetness. This cannot be? The hell with coffee. It is a great privilege to be offered coconut wine, of all places, in Cebu City, at its purest form yet. How often do you know of native wine produced in the city’s mountain communities being made available to other people. This liquid is worth its weight in gold if I were to analyze its rarity. Most of the coconut wine came from the far towns north, west and south, already questionable, and from Leyte, which is already aged.

Spurred on by this good fortune, I begun to dissect the Swiss emergency stove and document each part and the different possibilities of being tweaked to serve current conditions. This contraption can be used with solid fuel like twigs, dry organic material, sawdust, paper, cardboard or even charcoal. I boiled water in its cup component using heat from burned twigs. Or you could use it in combo with an alcohol burner like I did later with water in its bottle component. There is one problem though: How would you hold the bottle when it is hot? Even so, I can tweak that.

Now, where would Jacob be? I saw a glimpse of him trying to catch pace with a local boy and he has a slender bamboo with him. I thought I heard the unmistakable “pop” sound of an improvised bamboo pop gun. There goes another “pop” and another. They are in the midst of an ongoing battle, I think? Pop! Pop! Pop! A small balled paper landed inches away from me. I am almost grazed by their intense warfare, most likely, almost a casualty of friendly fire.

This Filipino childhood past time is made from a slender bamboo tube about 8 to 10 inches long. A bamboo stick, a half-inch shorter than the tube and which fits snugly inside the tube’s bore, is used to push projectiles out of the tube and is connected to another short tube, about 4 to 5 inches long, which acts as a handle for the rod. The projectile is wet paper balled to be force-fed into the tube by the rod. The water acts as a sealant. When another balled paper is pushed hard into the tube, air pressure increase and forces the paper on the other end to “fire”.

Jhurds seems ecstatic at the outcome of his experiment and relaxed slightly his watch over Jacob. Now he is talking with our Swiss guest and Boy O. Jonathan and Nyor are helping Ernie with the cooking and I bet it would be another feast fit for princes and dukes. Just a half hour from now we would indulge on that. Luceno brought marang (English: Johey oak) and avocados from his orchards. Our Swiss friend added some fruits he bought from the market like mangoes, lanzones, rambutan and mangosteens.

Jacob, probably tired of his little skirmishes, turned up with thirteen sets of bamboo pop guns. Three local boys foraged these bamboos and made all of these for him. I can imagine Jacob’s joy at owning that many in his armory. He may well start an arms trading business in the school where he is studying. Just in time for the meal that is now being served. Everybody, to include Luceno and wife and Jacob’s playmates partake of a local pasta called pancit, mixed vegetable soup, sliced cucumber in vinegar and milled corn.

Getting his energy back, Jacob goes back to play mode. This time he witnessed two boys doing a rap duel, fast-faced sing-song-talk in Tagalog which could easily twist and tangle my thick Visayan tongue in spasmodic delirium if I were to try it. I would not dare but it is a sight to behold to see these mountain-bred children performing something which I thought popular only in highly-urbanized areas, streets, TV shows and in the Internet. These children in the highlands have the best of both worlds too and they are adept to embrace pop culture and technology as if it is just a change of clothes.

Then I came to realize how Jacob would learn so much in the use of the knife when he sees his playmates using bigger work blades with such dexterity as if they were working with a small knife. On the other end, the boys would be amazed to see Jacob’s Condor Bushlore as they are not used to seeing smaller blades. Then their amazement would go double when Jacob would show them how to make fire from jellied cottons after a spark from the ferro rod. The masters of firecraft being taught new tricks by a novice and so thirteen bamboo pop guns were happily given.

It was dream time for Jacob and for his playmates. Dream time also for me for soon I will own that Swiss Army emergency stove. The kick from the native wine made today’s activity very worthwhile and unforgettable. When it is in the middle of the afternoon, we start packing our things. Jacob is reluctant to part with his playmates but he is tired and he has to go with his dad on the route we took in the morning. Me and the rest would go down direct to Guadalupe by way of Bebut’s Trail and the not-so-dreaded-anymore “Heartbreak Ridge”.

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