Francis Marion National Forest SC
November 11, 2007
We set up camp in a recently cleared area. There were branches with green needled and small trunks; all of the “good” wood was taken. But for our little campfire and smoker there was more than enough laying about. The immediate area is cut pretty clear all the way to the ground, but beyond our camp trees were selectively cut leaving many tall slender trunks reaching for the sky with long needles stretching out at the tops.
We have our awning our and surrounded with camo-screening. In our little screened in room sit our two tables, one for sitting at and one for counter space, and our two plastic chairs. Will has the cook stove out back. We are set.
Thoughout the day we moved the table and chairs about to keep up with the tracking of the sun. We read, puzzled and journaled a bit. We spent about an hour listening for sounds of the forest. Two long walks, one in each direction, gave us plenty of exercise. We started our scrapbook of our Mexico trip last winter and got two pages done, a good start. Kathy made us chicken soup by cooking down the remains of our roasted chicken and Will made us beef tips with a steamed potato that just melted in our mouths.
A small fire radiated a little heat. The Indians use to say, “White man make big fire. Burn in front and cold on back. Red man build small fire, warm all over.”
We set up camp in a recently cleared area. There were branches with green needled and small trunks; all of the “good” wood was taken. But for our little campfire and smoker there was more than enough laying about. The immediate area is cut pretty clear all the way to the ground, but beyond our camp trees were selectively cut leaving many tall slender trunks reaching for the sky with long needles stretching out at the tops.
We have our awning our and surrounded with camo-screening. In our little screened in room sit our two tables, one for sitting at and one for counter space, and our two plastic chairs. Will has the cook stove out back. We are set.
Thoughout the day we moved the table and chairs about to keep up with the tracking of the sun. We read, puzzled and journaled a bit. We spent about an hour listening for sounds of the forest. Two long walks, one in each direction, gave us plenty of exercise. We started our scrapbook of our Mexico trip last winter and got two pages done, a good start. Kathy made us chicken soup by cooking down the remains of our roasted chicken and Will made us beef tips with a steamed potato that just melted in our mouths.
A small fire radiated a little heat. The Indians use to say, “White man make big fire. Burn in front and cold on back. Red man build small fire, warm all over.”
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