I've been busier than a cat burying scat, as Grandma used to so eloquently put it. It's nice to break off and catch up on my favorite kind of folk, "Bushcrafters". It's a peaceful break after reading nothing but notes and textbooks for what seems like eternity.
I donned snowshoes for the first time since I was twelve years old and following my Grandad's trapline. Today, I pay. I didn't know how many muscles a human being has in their hips, buttocks and inner thigh. Goodness, is all I can say. Well, that and a few other things, as I crobbled out of my bed and sought out my easychair.
I've been planning a solo camping trip to begin next week and last for several days. The logistics of hauling just a thirty pound pack had me concerned since the snow here is rather deep in places and my dog just can't pull the sled when it gets this high, especially when he's wearing his pack (I make him carry his own food, dish, and water, we share sleeping arrangements in winter so I carry the blanket).
So, Bear is staying home and now I have to decide if I'm going to pull the sled without his help and carry my pack or just leave some things behind. When i was young and spry I camped light. For a winter weekend I may have carried around fifteen pounds of gear. Now that I'm a bit more sensitive to the cold that weight has doubled. In retrospect, that's kind of bass-ackwards but, it is what it is. Suddenly it dawned on me, snowshoes! I called my brother and off we went. I have a pair of Ojibwa shoes and he has another traditional set. We had a great time and spent the afternoon in the woods. I'd forgotten how peaceful the forest is in this season. The chickadees and jays, an occasional bark from a squirrel and the breeze through the sleeping birch trees and pines. Heaven will be like this for me.
Back on earth though... When I returned home I discovered that I had broken some of the rawhide webbing on my left shoe. I'm sure that it was from crossing over one of many downed trees (we had a recent heavy, wet, snow) which can be tricky with 48 X 12 inch shoes on. Anyway, I digress, as usual.
Now, not wishing to further damage my equipment and unable to facilitate a repair until I can make the proper materials, I've purchased a pair of Tubbs "Pathfinder" snowshoes. Modern materials with aesthetics only a Klingon could love. My son told me five years ago that it was time to move into the twenty first century and bought me a computer. That's worked out wonderfully and opened a whole new dimension of the world to me. I'm hoping this experiment will do the same. I do love the traditional though and it's hard to part with what I'm accustomed to.
I'm expecting to be able to have more maneuverability with the new gear and be able to pull the sled and carry my pack without help from Bear. All I need now is a weather forecast that doesn't call for nighttime temps lower than 10 degrees F, that's about my comfort limit with two wool blankets, a reflector fire and a lean-to. Actually, my first real clue that I was getting older came when I went hiking a while back and by sunset the temps had dropped to a little above 5 deg. F. I got good and cold on the way home. It wasn't that long ago I was playing with my dogs in -20's F, and loving it. This year I'm taking along a bit more food and another layer of clothing for the trip.
I guess I'll see how this twenty first century gear will hold up and how these aging bones will take the weather. I'm hoping for some light snow just for the sake of aesthetics and for some warmer nights just for the sake of my hide.
If anyone has managed to plow through all of this blather and has a word of advice concerning the use of modern snowshoes, or anything else for that matter, I'm all ears.
In the mean time, Cheers! (as some folks say).
I donned snowshoes for the first time since I was twelve years old and following my Grandad's trapline. Today, I pay. I didn't know how many muscles a human being has in their hips, buttocks and inner thigh. Goodness, is all I can say. Well, that and a few other things, as I crobbled out of my bed and sought out my easychair.
I've been planning a solo camping trip to begin next week and last for several days. The logistics of hauling just a thirty pound pack had me concerned since the snow here is rather deep in places and my dog just can't pull the sled when it gets this high, especially when he's wearing his pack (I make him carry his own food, dish, and water, we share sleeping arrangements in winter so I carry the blanket).
So, Bear is staying home and now I have to decide if I'm going to pull the sled without his help and carry my pack or just leave some things behind. When i was young and spry I camped light. For a winter weekend I may have carried around fifteen pounds of gear. Now that I'm a bit more sensitive to the cold that weight has doubled. In retrospect, that's kind of bass-ackwards but, it is what it is. Suddenly it dawned on me, snowshoes! I called my brother and off we went. I have a pair of Ojibwa shoes and he has another traditional set. We had a great time and spent the afternoon in the woods. I'd forgotten how peaceful the forest is in this season. The chickadees and jays, an occasional bark from a squirrel and the breeze through the sleeping birch trees and pines. Heaven will be like this for me.
Back on earth though... When I returned home I discovered that I had broken some of the rawhide webbing on my left shoe. I'm sure that it was from crossing over one of many downed trees (we had a recent heavy, wet, snow) which can be tricky with 48 X 12 inch shoes on. Anyway, I digress, as usual.
Now, not wishing to further damage my equipment and unable to facilitate a repair until I can make the proper materials, I've purchased a pair of Tubbs "Pathfinder" snowshoes. Modern materials with aesthetics only a Klingon could love. My son told me five years ago that it was time to move into the twenty first century and bought me a computer. That's worked out wonderfully and opened a whole new dimension of the world to me. I'm hoping this experiment will do the same. I do love the traditional though and it's hard to part with what I'm accustomed to.
I'm expecting to be able to have more maneuverability with the new gear and be able to pull the sled and carry my pack without help from Bear. All I need now is a weather forecast that doesn't call for nighttime temps lower than 10 degrees F, that's about my comfort limit with two wool blankets, a reflector fire and a lean-to. Actually, my first real clue that I was getting older came when I went hiking a while back and by sunset the temps had dropped to a little above 5 deg. F. I got good and cold on the way home. It wasn't that long ago I was playing with my dogs in -20's F, and loving it. This year I'm taking along a bit more food and another layer of clothing for the trip.
I guess I'll see how this twenty first century gear will hold up and how these aging bones will take the weather. I'm hoping for some light snow just for the sake of aesthetics and for some warmer nights just for the sake of my hide.
If anyone has managed to plow through all of this blather and has a word of advice concerning the use of modern snowshoes, or anything else for that matter, I'm all ears.
In the mean time, Cheers! (as some folks say).
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