Soggy....

..... I awoke this morning at 4am.... light-switch style wide awake... that odd kind of wake-up that you know has been caused by something.... I lay in bed and listened.....

.... the bedroom is at the corner of the house, and the wind was absolutely roaring past the edge...... small limbs clattered against the guttering.... sheets of rain popped against the windows on either side of the bed.... but above everything else - the wind...

... I eased out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for coffee while the house groaned.... I sat on the couch for half an hour just listening to the wind..... it was an odd feeling - one that I haven't had in a while, actually...... and it didn't really hit me until later today what it was.....

.... during my visit with my Sainted Mother this morning, I was asked to retrieve some items from my Dad's old barn...... the weather was awesome - huge, fat raindrops slanting in from the northwest, gusty air that moved the droplets sideways perfectly, 40 degrees and dropping...... I arrived at the barn after a short jog of about 50yds soaking wet..... and as I stepped into the barn and searched for the light switch, I realized what had been in the back of my mind this morning in the noisy darkness......

.... this is camping weather......

..... I've camped in weather like this a thousand times.... from the Grampians in Scotland where I did my solo 5-day hiking/camping trips, to Mountain Training in the Highlands with 45 Commando, to the far-off wilds of a tiny island in the Bering Sea...... snow, rain, ice, wind, tundra, heather, and glens..... there is nothing like slogging through weather like that all day long, pitching a tiny tent, peeling yourself out of your drenched Gortex, firing up the propane stove, and listening to the weather throw itself against the sides of your little shelter....

.... you understand the Meaning of Comfort after a few days of that....... to be dry when the world is wet..... to be warm when the air is cold.... to cook your noodles, warm your coffee, and hear the wind - angry that it can no longer whip around you - whistle through the anchor-lines of your rain fly...... the comfort of knowing that you are protected.... the knowledge that you have spent the day in weather not fit for man nor beast - and at the end of it you have squeezed out a comfortable niche.... a moveable home that shelters you.....

.... I didn't realize it until this afternoon...... but I had that feeling this morning at 4 O'clock.... and it was such an odd feeling.....

..... it's a good thing that my cousin still hasn't returned my little 2-man tent.....

by Eric on January 28, 2009 | Bullshit (3) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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You need that 28-2.

Bad weather will set you free.

Bullshitted by Sam on January 28, 2009 05:03 PM

Well Cuz just exactly what I was thinking. The last time I used that tent the weather was pretty much the same wind blowing rainy and cold. Wow what a great time... looks like I will have to return it so we can use it! Hasn't been used since that last time 2 years ago needs to be dusted off.

Bullshitted by BigDaddyC on January 29, 2009 08:58 AM

You know I was immediately reminded of a Dean Koontz novel there at the beginning. Something about the waking-up with a start and the wind, the branches and it being 4 in the a.m.

Bullshitted by SpudKing on January 30, 2009 04:17 PM