Well, went to our Safe Land / Dome. Shared expenses with Adam.
I wanted and DIDN’T want to go. Seemed OK but somehow not quite right.
Warned Adam about HUGE amount of deer and to go slow. He dropped to 39 mph. Slow to him but 30 would have been better. Hit a big doe. His Pick Up fixable. Deer limped off to die (broken leg dangling). Sigh.
His trailer brakes acted up…he adjusted them OK though…My neck “went out” during the night and HIS tailbone…Ate chili with what I’m allergic to, right lip and hand still swollen…couldn’t locate my allergy pills (forgot to add to my small “Walk-Away” kit)…So weak I fell 3 times and then ALMOST twice into the camp-fire…Adam stopped a fourth fall while I was water dowsing for a friend.
And I’m gonna RUN!????
Adam feels the same way about himself…
Shoot, I couldn’t even run to take a Pee! Yup, WET MY PANTS before I could stand from a sit-down position.! EVERY DROP!
Nothing I could do about it…no spare clothing…
BUT WE HAD A FUN TIME!
I slid to the bottom of my sleeping bag and rolled off its side onto Adam.
“WHY?” asked a sleepy Adam.
Well Adam, you took the only FLAT spot! (True, too).
First night I layed on a good size stone. Adam said “I cleared the area…there’s no stones”.
He was right…it was a petrified pine cone.
Must of been 400 ft round! Damn…
After hiring a Back Ho and a Crane it was finally dug out and removed. By then I was dead tired and placed my bag over the hole. Immediately folded and slipped into a fetal position. Slept like a baby….till I had to pee again.
Was like climbing out of a GRAVE!
Did “my thing” and headed back. The bag was GONE! Deep below all the dirt that caved in on my climb up.
Laid on top…till the red ants found me. Then crawled over to the big pine-cone. Slept there…bent kinda funny. (Sleep on my back).
Yup, we was CAMPING…and Having FUN!
The dome now needs some major repair. Can Do though. IF I can stay on a ladder and IF I can LIFT a ladder!
Well, despite all Adam and I met and shared with a fellow “hillbilly”.
That alone was worth the WHOLE TRIP.
On the way home (a day earlier than intended) Adam top off his fuel tank. “We’ll make it to AM/PM in Thorp on this, and fill up there”.
I told him he should stop before and get 5 more gallons first.
“Nope, well make it”.
Pride goes before a fall.
Three towns from his targeted station we ran outta gas. LESS THEN A FOURTH OF A MILE FROM A STATION!
He had a gas can, full, so pulled that out. Then I heard some mumbling. Then some more searching. He came up with a gas transfer hand pup.
“I’m ALWAYS PREPARED!” he said.
“Wheres the nozzle to your can?”
Adam said, “I forgot it…”
Then the hand pump broke. Brand New too! But pumped enough to get us to the station. PTL!
Adam wants to learn, but not wanting to Hear. ALWAYS learns the Hard Way….and a deers life was a strong lesson to him (I HOPE).
So…we talked about a “Run Kit” for the elderly during this adventure: DUAL SURVIVAL FOR THE ELDERLY
A card with phone #s for UROLOGIST, SURGEON, 911, Lawyer, Next of kin, Boy Scouts of America, Heart Specialist, “Catheters R Us”, Cell Phone Service, etc., and A match. ( :