So, the clubs didn't come in very handy, as the ground was frozen solid. :shock: Well, not exactly, but when you step out of the boat onto Spanish Moss and it crunches under foot, you know you're in for a cold time on the bayou.
I broke camp early (today). My wife caught a bug and was pretty much delirious. I figured for everyone's sake (mine, hers, the kids) it was best that I head to the house and take her to the doctor. The doctor says she'll make it.
I've got a bunch of pictures, but first let me share some things I learned on this trip.
1. When the water is low (VERY low) it is probably a good idea to bring along some mud boots. Piper would probably argue that snow shoes might also be acceptable, seeing as he sunk knee deep into the gumbo trying to exit his boat. Apparently mud boots hold the water in just as good as they hold it out.
2. Contrary to the beliefs of a certain forum member, logs can be burned in the middle.
3. A Dutch oven is a magical thing.
4. Packing squeeze butter and a large coffee pot will make up for the things you forgot to pack.
5. Wool socks kept my toes warmer than synthetic.
Ok,now for some pictures...
Tryingto catch up to Piper and Joey
My "slightly soiled" tent
Joey setting up his hammock. Piper was still drying out at this point.
Burning logs, inside out.
Fresh baked bread. A glorious thing on a cold day in camp.
Target practice.
Lots of mollusks above the low water mark, racoons have been feasting.
Our landing, a good foot and a half lower than normal.
Joey, protecting the perimeter.
While Joey shot and Piper napped, I paddled.
Yeah, we were roughing it.
Chili morning view.
Piper brought bacon. Whoda thunk it :roll:
Loaded up and ready to take care of my bride.
