mykel m
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It's been just shy of two years since I was last able to get out to my happy camping grounds, but I finally made it out there yesterday.
But first I had a little job to do before I could get up to camp.
I had just turned off the highway and ran into this sucker blocking my way less than a hundred yards up the FS road.
Damn! What to do? I drove a hundred or so miles to get there.
I guess I can try cutting it with the Stanley Saw I keep in the truck, but as weak and out of shape as I am it was a daunting task to say the least.
On the other hand, I drove a hundred frigging miles to get there so I had to give it a try.
I'd saw for a minute then sit in the truck until my breathing calmed down and my shoulders stopped hurting, then I'd saw some more.
I got it cut most of the way through and hoping to save myself some more wear and tear I tied the only piece of rope I had to it and hooked it to the tow hook on the truck and gave it a tug.
Well, the wheels spun a bit and then the rope broke.
Damn, more sawing.
I worked on the little end until I got it sawn through and I tried tugging with the rope again but it still wouldn't budge, so I had no choice but to saw on the fat end some more.
Turns out my bottom cut wasn't lined up with the top cut.
Saw, saw, saw and an hour or so later I finally got it cut through and was able to pull it out of the way and proceed on up to camp.
Vroom, vroom.
Old pic of the saw from when I harvested some fatwood a few years ago.
On the way up I had to stop and get a pic of the Hurley Creek with the Hurley Creek sign.
Notice the sweat on the Hat. Yeah.
I finally made it up to the camp site/base of operations and promptly fell asleep in my camp chair.
I woke up a little stiff, but otherwise ok so I had lunch and decided to go for a little hike up the ridge behind camp and take in the beauty of Ma Nature.
I coulda taken the trail on the left, but it is steeper so naturally (no brainer) I took the trail on the right.
On the way up I ran into another tree blocking my path, but this time I was able to just walk around that sucker.
Random pics..
One small section of fatwood in a rotten stump.
After getting back to camp I took a break and watched the clouds float by from the comfort of my reclining camp chair.
I farted around camp for a while then went down to the creek for a look see.
It's running high with snow melt and falling all over it's self.
Flash forward to today and I am sitting here with sore arms, shoulders, thighs, knees and butt.
Yeah, my butt cheeks hurt, must be from all the bending and squatting during the sawing.
It was worth it just to be out there for a day though.
Pretty soon it'll be greening up and the Morels will be popping up.
Hopefully I can get out for a camping trip or three or a dozen this year.
But first I had a little job to do before I could get up to camp.
I had just turned off the highway and ran into this sucker blocking my way less than a hundred yards up the FS road.
Damn! What to do? I drove a hundred or so miles to get there.
I guess I can try cutting it with the Stanley Saw I keep in the truck, but as weak and out of shape as I am it was a daunting task to say the least.
On the other hand, I drove a hundred frigging miles to get there so I had to give it a try.
I'd saw for a minute then sit in the truck until my breathing calmed down and my shoulders stopped hurting, then I'd saw some more.
I got it cut most of the way through and hoping to save myself some more wear and tear I tied the only piece of rope I had to it and hooked it to the tow hook on the truck and gave it a tug.
Well, the wheels spun a bit and then the rope broke.
Damn, more sawing.
I worked on the little end until I got it sawn through and I tried tugging with the rope again but it still wouldn't budge
, so I had no choice but to saw on the fat end some more.Turns out my bottom cut wasn't lined up with the top cut.
Saw, saw, saw and an hour or so later I finally got it cut through and was able to pull it out of the way and proceed on up to camp.
Vroom, vroom.
Old pic of the saw from when I harvested some fatwood a few years ago.
On the way up I had to stop and get a pic of the Hurley Creek with the Hurley Creek sign.
Notice the sweat on the Hat. Yeah.
I finally made it up to the camp site/base of operations and promptly fell asleep in my camp chair.
I woke up a little stiff, but otherwise ok so I had lunch and decided to go for a little hike up the ridge behind camp and take in the beauty of Ma Nature.
I coulda taken the trail on the left, but it is steeper so naturally (no brainer) I took the trail on the right.
On the way up I ran into another tree blocking my path, but this time I was able to just walk around that sucker.
Random pics..
One small section of fatwood in a rotten stump.
After getting back to camp I took a break and watched the clouds float by from the comfort of my reclining camp chair.
I farted around camp for a while then went down to the creek for a look see.
It's running high with snow melt and falling all over it's self.
Flash forward to today and I am sitting here with sore arms, shoulders, thighs, knees and butt.
Yeah, my butt cheeks hurt, must be from all the bending and squatting during the sawing.
It was worth it just to be out there for a day though.
Pretty soon it'll be greening up and the Morels will be popping up.
Hopefully I can get out for a camping trip or three or a dozen this year.
