Lastnights storm will forever be imbede in my memory. First I have to give credit to the makers of my rain-fly “the outdoor way” for make a product that can withstand sustained winds in the upper teens and gusts of what felt like 300 mph! I’ve heard a tornado sounds like a train when it’s coming near but lastnight when the gusts of wind would be coming from a distance, they sounded like an airliner flying through the distant trees. I quickly learned that when an airplane was coming my way, I needed to reach my arms out to either side of me and grab onto the edges of my tarp to hang on for the ride. It would only last about 5 minutes each time but wow, what a long 5 minutes they were! My wind block work very well and stopped a lot of the force behind the steady winds but was no match for when the airplanes would come and try to take my house down. I was like the little pig that built his house out of straw and the big bad wolf would make every attempt to blow over and around my palm frond structure to take it down. I was literally “holding my fort down” with my outstretched hands many times through out the night, but alas the storm passed and the last of the airplanes came around 4am. I didn’t sleep much lastnight but I learned my knots will hold, the rainfly will hold and although I don’t want to spend 30hrs battling a storm, I can.
After my alarm went off at 7am I Would spend the next hour shaking water off of my gear and packing it up for the days travels. It was still windy, cold and the humidity was thick in the air so I didn’t bother to put my solar charger on my pack today. The good news is that my feet are not as painful now (it feels like I have a nickel taped to the balls of my feet) and my Achilles tendon is not sore today, so I took it slow the first few miles into town to keep it that way. I got to Moore Haven and see a town in it’s dying days. The businesses are there but no one is shopping or driving around. I stop into the Dollar General (the only store that’s not a vacant resturant or gas station) and pick up my anti-inflammatory pills to help with the Achilles tendon, then walk out of town.
I had about 10 miles of road walking to do, which usually tend to be boring to me, but I had a good time today. It could have been the pills, but I felt like I was in a good rhythm and making faster time. As I was walking I noticed some oranges on the ground. I walked past the first few then I saw some more up ahead. They looked like they were falling out of a farm truck bouncing out through the wooden slats of the 1960’s stake bed Ford, at least thats how I pictured it in my mind. As I came to the next two oranges I picked up the better looking of the two and looked it over. I figured that since I’ve eaten roadkill (thanks dad) that a fallen orange was just fine. I stripped the orange of its protective rind and split it into two. All seemed well enough and as I took my first bite I noticed it tasted like an orange but also like a lemon. The unusual taste didn’t stop me from eating it as it was juicy and oddly satisfying. It wasn’t more than a mile away that I came to a sign that answered why the orange had it’s wild tast. The sign was for the sour orange festival being held last Saturday! Okay good, it was grown that way, smiling I pressed on. I made it 9 more miles before finding camp and it’s my first hammock hang from a tree and structure combo. I love finding new and interesting places to camp and the little bits of knowledge found along The way. Did YOU know sour oranges were a thing? 😉
filtering water, drying clothes and hanging camp
Come to Lakeport for their fishing and sour oranges
you’ve heard of the Hoover Dam, but have you heard of the Hoover Dike?