wheel - 3:55 pm on Jun 26, 2011 (gmt 0)
So friday and saturday were slight probability of precipitation. No problem, we drove 5 hours to get out of civilization. Pouring rain the whole way. Unloaded the four-wheelers and went another 1/2 hour off the road, in the rain. Drove to the top of a granite peak and set up camp in the rain.
Tried to light a fire to roast our hot dogs we brought for supper. Gave up after dark. It was raining hard enough that it was clear there wasn't any bears around anyway, and there wasn't any trees big enough to string up the duffel bag with food. I'm not completely stupid though, we put the bag of food underneath a structure a few hundred feet away from the tent. A bit overkill, but better safe than sorry.
Retired to the tent to go to eat a granola bar for supper and go to sleep. It turns out our tent leaks. A lot. Rain dripped on my face all night. We were soaked. It stopped raining at 5am. Kid was sleeping, so I stayed put. A couple hours later it started to rain again, so decided might as well get up and get breakfast.
Find I can't get out of the sleeping bag. Seems a fish hook has some how embedded itself through the bag into my thigh. Can't pull it out because of the barb, the eyelet is too big to go back the other way. Kid goes and gets the multitool and we snip off the barb. Hook still wont' come out because the hook has barbs running the whole length of it. So we snipped off the eyelet and finally it comes out.
Walk in the rain to go get our bag of food. The bears took the whole freakin' bag. It's gone. The only food we've got are the granola bars, and oh ya, we ate them last night for supper.
Think about going fishing, but I forgot my fishing license at home. So we drove our four-wheelers about an hour into the nearest little town and bought breakfast at a local diner.
Packed up in the rain and drove home. So much for that weekend of four-wheeling and fishing.