Camping is one of my favorite hobbies. It could be deep in the piney woods or
on a West Texas Mesa, it really does not matter where, just so I am under the
stars and by a campfire. This time
it was on an island in the Mississippi River with sand almost as white as
Pensacola Beach. I took off at
noon Saturday with 8 friends in two bateaus; it was cold ride. We found a place to beach the boats
away from the tugboat wakes and set up camp on soft sand. The weather forecast a few days before
said partly cloudy Saturday and with a cold night and a sunny Sunday. On Saturday morning the forecast had
changed to 40% chance of rain today with a 38-degree night. Who would have guessed they got it
wrong, dead wrong. Luckily we got
tents set up before the 100% rain started and continued all night. They were wrong on the temperature too,
for it never got below 50 degrees.
Lucky again, we were wet, but not cold.
Campsite Breakfast. |
Not one of our hardy nine complained. The rain quit at dawn and with Boy
Scout level skills we got the fire started to cook eggs, toast and sausage on
the grill. Two bald eagles and a flock of white pelicans brightened the skies. Back to the percentages,
50% is good for me. I got no stars
but a roaring campfire made the trip a joy.
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