trip report
Aug. 15th, 2015 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffI wrote the beginning of the trip report here; so to continue --
It rained all day Tuesday, on and off, and we spent the day doing housekeeping -- exchanged the air mattress, washed all the bedding and dirty clothes at the laundromat, cleaned out the van and reorganized the supplies. Actually, I did all of that and Mike took the kids to the Burger King in Marquette, which has one of those huge playlands. We were both happy with our assigned tasks.
Over supper, we went through the maps again, checked it against the google Earth view and planned our next exploration of the many unmarked dirt roads and two-tracks. We slept in beds at my friend Geriann's place, and Wednesday morning set out once again.
And we found it.
The area that the land is located in is a small plain between two ridges with a creek flowing down the plain. There is a good dirt road that runs along the southwest corner of the property, and a trail that would be rough going for an ATV but that on the county map is portrayed to be an actual county road, that runs further into the property, south to north.
We decided that the place is just about perfect.
Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera on the hike. I'm really bummed about that, but honestly, it'd pre'much just be pictures of trees.
We set up camp in a flat, dry spot that was all sand and bracken, with a few stunted pines, birch and thorn apple. Luke dug out a hole for the campfire and we organized tents and latrine and such. It was a dry camp -- we had four gallon jugs of water. We found enough dead wood for the night I got a fire going. There was chicken for dinner, fried in a bacon grease and olive oil in a cast iron skillet over the fire, and a side dish I call "camp pottage," usually made with barley but this time made with quinoa, along with sauteed onions, mushrooms and pork sausage.
I cooked and after eating, the dogs (our girl Chi and Carl's little yapper, Wicket) got some scraps and the little kids scrubbed out the skillets with wads of bracken. Carl and Crystal brought graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows, and we munched s'mores and played Magic in the light of the camp fire while the little kids sleepily burned sticks and told stories to each other.
That night, I went to bed feeling a bit uncomfortable. The next morning I woke up and figured that I had a UTI.
-- more later --
It rained all day Tuesday, on and off, and we spent the day doing housekeeping -- exchanged the air mattress, washed all the bedding and dirty clothes at the laundromat, cleaned out the van and reorganized the supplies. Actually, I did all of that and Mike took the kids to the Burger King in Marquette, which has one of those huge playlands. We were both happy with our assigned tasks.
Over supper, we went through the maps again, checked it against the google Earth view and planned our next exploration of the many unmarked dirt roads and two-tracks. We slept in beds at my friend Geriann's place, and Wednesday morning set out once again.
And we found it.
The area that the land is located in is a small plain between two ridges with a creek flowing down the plain. There is a good dirt road that runs along the southwest corner of the property, and a trail that would be rough going for an ATV but that on the county map is portrayed to be an actual county road, that runs further into the property, south to north.
We decided that the place is just about perfect.
Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera on the hike. I'm really bummed about that, but honestly, it'd pre'much just be pictures of trees.
We set up camp in a flat, dry spot that was all sand and bracken, with a few stunted pines, birch and thorn apple. Luke dug out a hole for the campfire and we organized tents and latrine and such. It was a dry camp -- we had four gallon jugs of water. We found enough dead wood for the night I got a fire going. There was chicken for dinner, fried in a bacon grease and olive oil in a cast iron skillet over the fire, and a side dish I call "camp pottage," usually made with barley but this time made with quinoa, along with sauteed onions, mushrooms and pork sausage.
I cooked and after eating, the dogs (our girl Chi and Carl's little yapper, Wicket) got some scraps and the little kids scrubbed out the skillets with wads of bracken. Carl and Crystal brought graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows, and we munched s'mores and played Magic in the light of the camp fire while the little kids sleepily burned sticks and told stories to each other.
That night, I went to bed feeling a bit uncomfortable. The next morning I woke up and figured that I had a UTI.
-- more later --