Well it happened again. It seems once every decade I am destined to sleep in a USFS pit toilet building. A potty shack. A latrine of divine engineering and exquisite execution. These venerable bastions of civility have more than twice saved my bacon, and last Friday was another such bacon saving. 2-3 Mph winds, they said...perhaps gusting to 5 mph. Clear to partly cloudy they said. Right.
About an hour to sundown I pulled into corral creek; hours from safety by water, and days by land. The wind was already approaching 10-15 and a rain/snow mix was coming down. I went ashore, gathered some wood and built a good fire. I cooked over the coals, put on a cup of tea, and noticed Miss Maria down at the dock bucking like a stolen pony with a howling wolf on her back. Well that made me want to cry right then and there for the old girl, but it got worse. The demons of the lake conjured their cliched washing machine, and Miss Maria’s thrashing continued. It became an outright beating as she struggled to free herself from the dock. Winds raged, water washed over the docks end, and I feared the deck hardware would not hold. Four fenders, four lines, and I realized
1. I was not sleeping on that boat safely
2. I don’t know j@ck squat about securing a boat in foul weather
3. I had removed my bivy sack from the boat and not put it back after it’s last adventure.
Well to keep this story from wandering let me just tell you, I can make a shelter and a fire anywhere With the right tools and under any conditions short of a hurricane. But why bother when there is a posh outhouse up the hill? I mean it has a roof, four walls, a locking door. Shoot it even has a bathroom. I cannot, even with my woodsy ways, manufacture such a quality shelter with a single poncho tarp and some 550 cord. I grabbed my sleeping bag and my safety gear, stuffed my pride in a pocket, and slept in that sucker until the wind let up in the wee hours. In that time I vowed to restock the boat with the bivy AND my 4 season tent for wilderness areas, to study the ways of making a boat secure like a new religion, and to ask the c-brats: just how much of a beating can that deck hardware take?
Thanks for any and all advice (other than “don’t go out in winter”. Clearly that won’t stick...)
Note: I had an immersion suit on all day, pfd, and my locator beacon. The boat did FANTASTIC in the water. Never felt in any danger of my own person or for the boat until I hitched it to the dock.
Nigel
About an hour to sundown I pulled into corral creek; hours from safety by water, and days by land. The wind was already approaching 10-15 and a rain/snow mix was coming down. I went ashore, gathered some wood and built a good fire. I cooked over the coals, put on a cup of tea, and noticed Miss Maria down at the dock bucking like a stolen pony with a howling wolf on her back. Well that made me want to cry right then and there for the old girl, but it got worse. The demons of the lake conjured their cliched washing machine, and Miss Maria’s thrashing continued. It became an outright beating as she struggled to free herself from the dock. Winds raged, water washed over the docks end, and I feared the deck hardware would not hold. Four fenders, four lines, and I realized
1. I was not sleeping on that boat safely
2. I don’t know j@ck squat about securing a boat in foul weather
3. I had removed my bivy sack from the boat and not put it back after it’s last adventure.
Well to keep this story from wandering let me just tell you, I can make a shelter and a fire anywhere With the right tools and under any conditions short of a hurricane. But why bother when there is a posh outhouse up the hill? I mean it has a roof, four walls, a locking door. Shoot it even has a bathroom. I cannot, even with my woodsy ways, manufacture such a quality shelter with a single poncho tarp and some 550 cord. I grabbed my sleeping bag and my safety gear, stuffed my pride in a pocket, and slept in that sucker until the wind let up in the wee hours. In that time I vowed to restock the boat with the bivy AND my 4 season tent for wilderness areas, to study the ways of making a boat secure like a new religion, and to ask the c-brats: just how much of a beating can that deck hardware take?
Thanks for any and all advice (other than “don’t go out in winter”. Clearly that won’t stick...)
Note: I had an immersion suit on all day, pfd, and my locator beacon. The boat did FANTASTIC in the water. Never felt in any danger of my own person or for the boat until I hitched it to the dock.
Nigel