Today's OneWord: Backpack

In my backpack were the makings of a dilapidated second home. I had the proper tools, and now all I needed was to invade Mother Nature's bosom and extract the remaining shards of wood and foliage that still grew within that earthen, metaphorical cleavage. I fetched a hammer and my pocket knife, and once all the pounding and whittling was done, I had a roof away from the rain, and I could eat my last bagged dinner in peace.