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Oct 12 2016

Camping – Why I Love Vacationing in a Tin Can

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One of the first pages I wrote when I created the Funky Texas Traveler was how to live life with an adventurous attitude, even if time, money or bravery is lacking.

For me that meant getting out of the chain hotels and tourist traps and getting in touch with my adventurous self.  The experience has turned me into a fan of camping.

How do you feel about camping:

Camping is a like eating raw tomatoes – you either like it or hate it.  Every time I tell one of my Jazzercise instructors that I’m going camping for the weekend, she looks at me like I’ve had a psychotic break.  Yet for every person who hates camping, you have someone else who can’t wait to go.

Last Friday morning, my husband and I had just finished loading up our travel trailer and  putting our bikes in the back of our  truck for a weekend in on the south shore of Lake Bastrop near Austin.    A businessman drove past in a luxury SUV, rolled down the window and shouted “Take me with you!”



Camping can have that kind of effect on people.  Just because you are not a rugged outdoor person, don’t assume camping is not for you.  In a perfect world, I used to think that I’d drive around in my Subaru Outback towing  a little Casita Spirit behind me like a turtle shell and I’d stop at whatever sunny rock looked promising.  In the real world, it took a while to find my camp persona.

Finding your camp personality:

Like Goldilocks and the three bears, I tried tent camping –  a little too buggy and hard to find a soft place to sleep.  Then I moved up to a tiny 1992 pop-up camper so I could tow it behind my small SUV.  You should have seen me parked at a Buccees next to all the big pick-up trucks pulling huge 5th wheel trailers.  But I didn’t like the trek to the bathroom in the middle of the night.  Next I got a hybrid pop-up with bathroom and kitchen, microwave, and other luxuries.  It slept up to eight  people and was great for family and friend vacations.  Then our friends started getting their own campers and we didn’t need all the space so we got a little vintage cruiser with a queen size bed, big bathroom and retro red and white decorations – just perfect.  This past weekend was our maiden voyage.

What are my top reasons for camping?

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Passing burned trees around Bastrop from fires in 2015

Unlike people who stay in hotels,  camp people expect to meet fellow travelers.  You can sit under a tree or your awning  and people feel comfortable and  safe walking around and talking to strangers.  Many people have dogs or unique set-ups and you have a reason to connect.  “Where you headed?” and “Where have you been?” “What kind of dog do you call THAT?”   I love to talk to RV full-timers or the park hosts.  They have usually closed the book on one phase of their life and are hungry to see what else is out there.  And they seemed to have released the need for more stuff

You get to take off your electronic leash.  You might use your phone to check the weather or investigate whether that was poison sumac you just brushed up against, but you see don’t many adults glued to their email or Facebook or kids playing video games.  People are moving around and socializing.

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Lucy, the ersatz “Husky” headed to camp,

Our Latest Campout:

For example, this past weekend, we met up the  Happy Campers on their annual fall camp out.  A little background on The Happy Campers – it started with a group of people who grew up together in Baytown, on the Texas coast.  Many later went to University of Texas together.  In 1972, as starving college students, they started getting together for camp outs, the only entertainment they could afford.  Turned out they loved it and the happy campers started attracting more and more people.   We got sucked into the group about five years ago.

During the day, part of the group hiked the north shore loop.  Some of us took our bikes on a nine mile trail ride, others drove into Bastrop to walk around the town square.  Some just sleep in the sun and drank beer.

On Saturday night,  we all gathered for a chili supper under the stars supplemented by whatever side dish or dessert you wanted to share.  There were are 35 of us all together, ranging in age from 2-year-old Samson to 90-year-old Howard.   Somebody picked up a bunch of glow sticks and  the kids ran around pretending that they were some kind of explorers.  Some of the little boys tried to convince me that my 25-pound blue-eyed mutt (helplessly shy  Lucy) was really a courageous Alaskan husky.    We pulled our lawn chairs into a circle, watch the kids use their imagination to play instead of their thumbs,   pointed out constellations, had a sing- along and reconnected.

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The Virgin de Guadalupe Lava Lamp which always blesses our campsite.

Lucy, my husband and I wandered back to our campsite around 11 pm.  It was a mostly clear, quiet night with temperatures in the high 60’s.  We poured another glass of wine, sat outside and soaked up the silence.  And then we went inside and opened all of our windows and fell asleep, lulled by  the night sounds and the fresh air.  Try doing that at a La Quinta.

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Filed Under: Attitude, Camping, Past, Places · Tagged: Bastrop, Camping, south shore harbor, travel trailer

Sep 18 2016

Canoe the Boundary Waters BWCA with a beginner paddler

I was losing sleep over this impending trip

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I had committed to canoe the boundary waters for the first time.   I like being out in nature but no one would consider me a pioneer woman.   As the time grew closer, I had serious reservations. How was I going to do off the grid for a week of paddling through the US-Canadian Boundary Waters, officially known as The Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCAW or BWCA?.  It is a 1,090,000-acre  wilderness area of north woods forests with 150 miles of  glacial lakes and streams that make up the U.S.–Canada border in the Arrowhead Region of Minnesota.  I don’t even like cold water – I have a hard time jumping into the Guadalupe River in the middle of a blazing Texas summer.  What was I thinking?

How I got “roped in”

 

Our son Shane had  become  an Eagle Scouts with Troop 211 in Houston.  We had developed close bonds our fellow Comanches, the adult leaders and volunteers who helped with the troop.  It was at our annual 2012 Comanche Christmas party  that a couple of glasses of wine lulled me into committing to a Boundary Waters trip over the 2013 Labor Day break.



What are the Boundary Waters?

While efforts to preserve the BWCA as a wilderness had begun in 1900, it was the historic homeland of the Ojibwa people who navigated the waters in birch bark canoes. A pictograph  on a large rock wall  overlooking North Hegman Lake has been credited to Ojibwe.  It appeared to represent Ojibwe meridian constellations visible in winter during the early evening, which would have been useful for navigating the deep woods during the winter hunting season.

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Where the boundary waters lie

By  1730s, Europeans had opened the  region to trade, mainly in beaver pelts. and soon organized into canoe-paddling  groups working called Voyageurs.  The voyageurs became legendary in their abilities to paddle and portage and were celebrated in folk stories and music.

What we packed

On our trip, pictographs would be replaced by laminated charts and compasses. Our canoes were Kevlar instead of birch.  In case of a real emergency, we had a satellite phone.  For warmth during the cold nights, skins and furs would be replaced by nylon, gore tex and fleece.  During the warm days, sun-resistant shirts and pants and moisture- wicking underwear would keep us comfortable.

In early July, we went to REI to start buying and breaking in gear.    For me, two pairs of Columbia zip-off cargo pants, over-sized vented sunscreen shirts (2), water socks (1 pair), Merrill water shoes, Patagonia rinse- and- wear underpants and two sports bras.  A couple of pairs of wool socks and silk long johns for sleeping.  When I tried on a  cap that flattered the shape of my face, Hank over-ruled me and  had me buy a drooping wide-brimmed hat.   I wandered over to the backpack section but Hank told me the outfitters would supply that equipment.  It was still a few weeks until he elaborated on what we would use to transport clothes –  gallon ziplock bags!

Understanding Camp Routine

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Drying paddling clothes for next day – Image by Jim Russell

Turned out that a  gallon ziplock bag of clothes proved sufficient  because we would only wear two outfits for the entire time on the water –  one outfit to paddle and portage all day and an another to change into after we stopped each night and set up camp.  Making camp meant unloading  canoes,  putting up tents, gathering firewood, paddling out into the middle of the lake to fill up our seven liters of water and treat it with tablets, bushwhacking  the path to the latrine and unloading our cooking supplies, building the fire and more.  After all the tasks were completed, we would hang  up our wet paddling clothes on lines strung between tents and put on our second outfit.  We would wear those dry clothes until time to go to bed when we would strip down to the long johns.

What about grooming?

What about shampoo, face wash, creams and ointments, deodorant?  The next shoe dropped.   We could rinse off while still in our paddling clothes but we could only use a special type of environmentally safe soap.  A quick, soapless swim was the most popular choice.   Most of the crew who had been on past trips said the key was to  shower really well the morning we left the outfitters and then expect to have greasy hair and a very ripe odor when we got back to the lodge in a week.   These guys sounded like they were really looking forward to that part.

Learning about the latrine

I asked if there was anything else I should know about.    “Have you ever used a latrine before?” someone asked me in one of our last planning meetings.  “Well, of course!” I answered.    Wasn’t latrine another name for porta-potty?  Having been on dozens trail rides and rodeos and hundreds of cookoffs, I figured I’d used roughly 40% of the porta-potties in Texas.  “You might want to check it out on the internet”, a former scout master suggested.  Incredibly, on Youtube.com,  I found a video on boundary waters  latrine.  And it was helpful.    This trip was going to test my mettle in new and unique ways.  A Guy Clark lyric kept running through my mind:

Life is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath and always trust your cape

Getting to the Border

We left our house at 5 am to meet the Houston-based/ Boundary-bound crew members at Hobby Airport with all our gear.  Connecting at Chicago’s Midway, we met the rest of the crew and flew together to St. Paul,  a place I never thought I’d visit.  Driving through the city on our way north, I delighted in how beautiful St. Paul was.  An unexpected pleasure.  It changed the way I listened to Garrison Keillor’s “Prairie Home Companion”.  No wonder he spoke with such affection about Minnesota.

We traveled four hours to Ely, Minnesota in a 15 passenger van.  I’m  5′ 4″ and rather nimble and so I was  stashed in the  hardest to reach seats.  I curled up like a cat in the last row, popped a dramamine and  cushioned my head with  my felt jacket against the window.  One of the crew had  curated a mix cd with music to honor Minnesota’s favorite son, Bob Dylan.  Between the dramamine and the early morning flight, the conversation of the other passengers and Bob’s laments lulled me to sleep.

Canadian Border Outfitters

We arrived Canadian Border Outfitters (CBO) just north of Ely, MN a little before 7 p.m., which was the cutoff for dinner.  CBO took pity on us and found some steaks, potatoes and Lost Lake Lager.  Veterans of past trips were disappointed that Pig’s Eye Lager was no longer available but at least we were able to celebrate our arrival with one last cold beer.

We met the leaders of  the Voyaguers at the outfitter.  At this point, I didn’t know the significance of that crew’s name and what our crew was going to call themselves.

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Sorting through food supplies for week on boundary waters

We spent the night at the outfitter’s very basic motel. Each room had 2-3 twin beds in an anteroom, a very small bedroom with a double bed, and a small bathroom.  Gathering in one of the rooms, we spent time deciding on what food to bring and what to leave behind.   Food was a big consideration for my crew.  Our motto could have been work hard, eat well.  We paddled under the moniker The Happy Forks.  Things were looking up.

Getting on the Water

Sunday, September 1 on BWCA  (Ely MN Weather: High 66 – Low 50)

After breakfast, we watched the required Boundary Waters Wilderness Area video, which explained the rules of visiting the wilderness area and gave advice on topics like how to handle bears if they enter your campsite.

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Where is the portage? Image by Jim Russell

The Voyageurs left first , transported to Snowbank Lake by the CBO van  to get into the wilderness quicker.  By the time the van returned for the Happy Forks and transported us, it was 11am and the weather had deteriorated. The Voyageurs were racing off to do their namesakes proud and had long ago left Snowbank for Disappointment Lake.  We had a hard time even finding the first portage.

Intermittent rain and wind, exacerbated by some newbies manning the “oars” pushed back our arrival until after dusk at our first camp on Ima Lake.  The hardy Voyageurs found two adjacent campsites and signaled us in with a blazing campfire.  We were merely “Forks” on that first night, too tired and cold to be “Happy”.  And I still needed to experience my first encounter with the latrine.  What had I committed to?

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Can you pick out the “unhappy forks” crew on the first morning? Image by Jim McGuiness

First Day’s Coverage: Snowbank  Disappointment (140 rod portage. 1 rod = 16.5 feet or 5.5 yards) Ahsub (25 rods) Jitterbug (15 rods) Adventure (40 rods) Cattyman (10 rods) Jordan (long channel ending with 5 rods) Ima (camp)  (courtesy of Jim Russell)

The Wildlife/Food Tour Begins

Monday, September 2 BWCA  (Ely weather: High 63 – Low 43)

Our expedition leader, Jim R. let us sleep in until 7:30a.  A constant cold wind slowed us down around camp. In the three-man canoe that Hank and I maneuvered,  the center section  was loaded with supplies including a heavy nylon backpack, big enough to carry a couple of bear cubs.  It was filled with cooking supplies – dutch ovens, sauce pans, pots, etc.  Alas, on that first morning, we discovered we had no frying pan and had to make do with a cake pan to make breakfast tacos.

The Voyageurs had stopped by our site on their departure at about 9:30 a.m but once again, we didn’t push off until 11 am.  The wildlife/food tour began.

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Snake joins us for lunch on first day on boundary waters – Image by Jim Russell

A small snake shared our picnic spot on Thomas Lake.  Bald eagles and mergansers appeared.  On the food front, we rewarded ourselves after each portage with a handful of M&M’s from a two-pound bag.  That soon morphed into chocolate poker to see what “hand” you pulled -3 blues, 2 reds, etc.  Dinner was minestrone soup and cocoa mocha bars backed in the dutch oven.  Jim R was not only our expedition leader but also our passionate camp chef who made each evening’s meal something special.

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Linda looks on as Lisa take a cold swim in the lake. Image by Jim Russell

In a triple play, Jim also claimed the spot as the first one to accidentally slip into the lake while exiting the canoe- a box we would all check off by the end of the trip.  Jim and Lisa M decided to rinse off with long swims in the cold lake.  I was not going there yet because I had quickly learned that our paddling clothes did not dry overnight.  That first morning, I wiggled into those wet clammy pants, shirt, and soggy socks while the cold wind blew.  That had replaced the latrine trek as the most unpleasant part of the trip and would remain so.

Cold Sleeping

Or maybe the most unpleasant part was the inadequacy of our two man tent.  Because it was still warm during the day, Hank and I had packed a spring tent and spring sleeping bags.  The first night I was cold because the weather was so inclement but by the second night, limitations of the tent were clear.  Each night I wore more and more of my limited amount of dry clothes – gloves, hat,jacket and still I shivered.  By the fourth night, we had zipped our bags together so that I could steal some body heat.

Second Day Coverage: Fraser  Hatchet (50 rods) Thomas (multiple portages through a very mucky area. On the map, three portages are listed and two distances are given, both 10 rods) Fraser (narrow channel, but no portage)

Always wear your bear whistle

Tuesday, September 3 BWCA (Ely weather – High 77 – Low 36)

By this second morning on the water, we were getting into a morning routine;  up at 7 a.m. to breakfast on oatmeal, jerky, dried fruits, tea, coffee, and cocoa. That morning, we saw the Voyageurs the last time at  9 a.m.  until we would reconnect on Friday evening.

The rest of the day would prove anything but  routine.  During the first portage, we became separated from the third canoe in our little convoy.  That canoe and its occupants were  grounded on a rock in the middle of the lake.  Jim R. and Hank paddled back and got one of the passengers off the stranded canoe in a ballet of balance that lightened the caught canoe enough to float free.

The third canoe hadn’t signaled us their distress because they were not wearing their bear whistles. Over-cautious by nature, I had not taken off my bear whistle since instructed to put it on in the BWCA video back at the outfitters.  I wore it every moment of the trip, sure that Yogi and Boo Boo were just waiting to catch me in an unguarded situation.  The black plastic whistle is still in my MacGuyver makeup bag and goes with me on most trips.

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Some days it is more portage than paddle. Image by Jim McGuiness

The day was warm, the paddling pleasant and the portages tolerable because it was a chance to stretch our legs and load our backs.  I had quickly learned that the boundary waters was more portaging than paddling so time on the water was something of a break.  At lunchtime and while the sun was strongest,  Dr. Kathy sensibly decided to swim in her clothes.  This would would keep her cool through the afternoon and her clothes would be fully dry when we made camp.

The abandoned campsite

Our walkie-talkie sounded around noon with a unintelligible message from the Voyaguers about a campsite.  We were now completely on our own without our advance team.  At 3:30pm, we started to search for a evening campsite but found all occupied.  The map indicated one on the far west end of Kekakabic Lake but all we could find was an overgrown path.   Running out of options, we paddled back to the overgrown area to investigate and discovered it was an abandoned campsite that hadn’t been used in at least a year. Bushes covered the fire pit and tent areas.   Two plants growing in the latrine indicating nature had started to reclaim even these rudimentary comforts.  After an hour of bushwacking and clearing, we had enough room for three tents and  cleared an steeply ascending path to the latrine,  which offered a beautiful view of the lake.  I was becoming fond of the latrines.

False Bear Alarm

We came up empty in the search for ample firewood and the mosquitoes took advantage of fresh victims.  Our tents provided some protection from the bugs.  Sometime after early lights out, we heard a series of “kerplunks” that sounded like a bear tossing our gear into the lake.  I instinctively grabbed the bear whistle hanging around my neck, hoping I would have enough breath left to sound an alarm when the bear’s claws ripped through the fabric of our spring tent and down the back of my skull.  False alarm.  It was the sound of loons diving for their dinner.

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Every dinner was pleasant surprise. Image by Jim Russell

Our dinner that night was chili mac soup.  All I needed was a TV tray and an old RCA tuned to Bonanza to feel like I was ten years old again.  In spite of some of the discomforts, I was enjoying myself – especially being unavailable to work or family via the electronic leash of my cell phone, locked up back at the outfitters.   Life was becoming simple.  Eat, paddle, portage and discover.

Third Day :  Fraser  Gerund (15 rods) Ahmakose (30 rods) Wisini (90 rods) Strup (10 rods) 
 Kekakabic (85 rods)

A magnificent day in camp

Wednesday, September  BWCA( Ely weather: High 66 – Low 45)

We were up early and on the water by 9 a.m., a Happy Forks record.  We used up this extra time by losing Hank’s paddle during the portage into Pickle Lake.  After a lengthy search, it was found floating about thirty feet from the portage, obviously knocked off into the water during transfer of supplies.  I took the fifth when questioned.

At noon we found a roomy campsite with a western exposure.  It was too nice to leave, so we made this our camp.  The weather was beautiful and the lake was inviting us in to swim.  There were little depressions formed by tree roots on the low rise that were  perfect for settling in with a book or a sketch pad.  “Here was the promise of canoeing in the wilderness – free time and peace in nature’s beauty,” Jim R wrote in his captain’s log.

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Enjoying an early camp day – Image from Jim Russell

Dinner was grilled polenta with tomato sauce and ginger nut bars baked in the Dutch over.  While the Voyaguers shook their heads when they saw our intention to lug the oven into the wilderness, the promise of its sweet rewards drove me on each day.

Fourth Day Route: Kekekabic Pickle (80 rods)Spoon (25 rods)Bonnie (25 rods)

Payback for the Loons

Thursday, September 5  BWCA (Ely weather: High 75 – Low 36)

After recharging with a long, leisurely day in camp, we were on the water by 9:30a.   Today, the boundary waters would reveal some of her best gifts.  Early in the day, we came to Thunderpoint, a 100-foot high bluff with spectacular views in every direction.

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View of boundary waters from Thunderpoint – Image by Jim Russell

Throughout the day, we traveled along the international border.  On the Big Knife portage, we carried our canoes into Canada. We lunched on Robbins Island, where a I saw a mound of digested berries that looked like bear scat close to the latrine.  It’s hard to pull down your pants while clutching your bear whistle.   I felt vulnerable here on Robbins.

Underway again, we all stopped paddling to watch a loon struggle to swallow a nine-inch fish that it had caught.  The loon was trying to turn the fish around to swallow it head first.  The loon eventually prevailed but I’m glad the fish made the bird work for the treat.  Payback for the bear scare on Kekakabic Lake.

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Loon struggling to swallow a large fish – Image by Jim Russell

A flat rock for stargazing

We didn’t find an unoccupied campsite on Birch Lake until 5pm but it was a fitting spot for our last night in the wilderness.  The site had the coveted western exposure with enough light to read and sketch.  It was a clear night and there was a wide flat rock big enough for five of us to lay on and watch the stars come out. Summer sausage leftover from lunch was grilled and  brought out for an appetizer.  Dinner was chicken and dumplings and a cake with coconut and chocolate chips baked in the Dutch oven.  I would miss the Happy Forks dinner menu surprises each night.

My “Bear” scare

Of course, I had one last bear scare.  One of my camp setup jobs was to supply the latrine with toilet paper and hand sanitizer and find a suitable tree to use as an “occupied” signal.  We would lean a paddle up against the tree.  When you headed up to use the latrine, you laid the paddle across the path.  After placing the latrine supplies, I heard a loud rustling behind me.  I froze, put the bear whistle in the my mouth and looked around slowly.  Nothing at eye level but as I lowed my gaze I stared into the curious face of an enormous  rabbit.  His nose was twitching as he smelled the air to see if there was anything edible in the ziplock bag that held the paper and santizer.  He seemed unafraid and friendly.   My sole encounter with a mammal on the BWCA.  What a waste of a whistle.

Bonny  South Arm of Knife (33 rods) Portage (75 rods) Seed (15 rods) Melon (15 rods) Carp (25 rods) Birch (40 rods)

The last hours on the Boundary Waters

Fifth Day – Friday, September 6  BWCA   (Ely weather: High 81 – Low 55)

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Proof the Happy Forks feasted through the Boundary Waters -Image by Jim McGuiness

We broke camp and  were  on the water by 9:15 am.  Lunch was near the top of Moose Lake and then we stopped to get selfies at the Boundary Waters sign at the edge of the wilderness area.  By 2 p.m., we were paddling up to the dock at the Outfitters.  The staff welcomed us back with a cold beer.  I’ve never had a better tasting brew.

The ever-adventurous Voyageurs arrived around 4:30.  I was already in the shower scrubbing off a week of dirt and grime in a flood of hot water.

Celebrating with dinner at Grand Ely Lodge

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Voyaguers and Happy Forks celebrate together at Grand Ely Lodge – Image by Jeff Adamski

We reunited with the Voyaguers and dined at the Grand Ely Lodge, reacquainting ourselves with things like ice water, wine, fresh vegetables, salad and ice cream.  That night, I took a second shower at the outfitter’s hotel just to assure myself it still was available.  Before I went to sleep, I retrieved my cellphone from the office.  I had six messages waiting from Kelsey-Seybold, where I had had a mammogram on the day before I left for my adventure.  I’d listen to those when I got back to Houston.  I wanted nothing to cloud the sense of wonder and accomplishment I was feeling.  I had spread my arms and held my breath and trusted my cape.  Life is just a leap of faith – no matter what the future holds.

Birch  Sucker (5 rods) Newfound (no portage) Moose (no portage)

 

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Filed Under: Canada, Minnesota, Places · Tagged: Camping, Canadian Boundary Waters, Canoeing

Apr 29 2013

Huntsville State Park with the Happy Campers

“The road goes on forever and the party never ends” certainly applies the Happy Campers, a group of baby boomers we hooked up with through our trawler friends. 

With a core group of friends from elementary school in Baytown whose parents worked at the Exxon plant, Happy Campers has grown to 50 plus participants from age “not quite here yet” to “not going there”. The outdoor adventures appear to have started in the 70’s when most of the core group went to Austin (yes, there are some longhorns in the bunch).  Sometime in the early 80’s, they became official Happy Campers with twice yearly get-togethers and along the way they started picking up strays and branding them Happy Campers even though the Baytown connection might be thin and pretty stretched.  We got rustled and branded three years ago around the time we bought an 20-year old 8-foot pop-up trailer to see how we did in really small spaces (this could have been a really bad idea but worked out okay).


Flash forward and we are now in a 19-foot Rockwood Roo with more space but still camping twice a year with the Happy Campers.

Huntsville State Park is a favorite with at least the Gulf Coast based part of the group since it is only a hour or so from Houston.  Also the early contingent (Wednesday arrivals) reserve all the screen shelters 1-13 that gives us both lake front frontage and a fairly contiguous area for all to spread out.

Let the camping, hiking, biking, canoeing, cooking/eating and story telling begin.  We were part of the group that drove into Huntsville to see the Sam Houston museum.  Houston is man and a leader who, like Lincoln, inspires me more with every passing year.  We think our times are contentious but spend some time reading about Sam’s up and down personal and political struggles, defeats and triumphs and the sequester argument seems genteel by comparison.  Among the things we learned:  how the Alamo mission was originally to get arms and get out but the defenders decided to try to hold the mission.  Sounds like the call for rescue to Sam Houston and the decision not to send reinforcements must have been gut-wrenching but ultimately necessary to maintain enough force strength to win at San Jacinto.  I’ll have to read more about that.

As for the canoeing, had great weather all day Saturday even though it turns out Houston was flooding with storms dumping 6 inches of rain in 3 hours.  Took advantage to learn some canoeing basics (very very basic stuff like how to get into a canoe, hold the paddle, etc) but the payoff was beautiful scenery, a gator-eye view of our camps and an actual gator sighting about 15 feet off our very flimsy, small, unstable bow .  Do I sound a little bit nervous?  Imagine how I’ll be if I run into a bear on our boundary waters trip in early fall.   Good incentive to learn how to paddle well and fast!

Spent the rest of the afternoon in camp with a great view of the lake through tall pines dosing and reading “The Geography of Bliss” about what constitutes happiness in different cultures.  Spoiler alert – a rum punch, a good book and a great campsite with the Happy Campers at HSP meets all my happiness criteria for the moment.

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Filed Under: Huntsville, Places, Texas · Tagged: Camping, Canoeing, Huntsville, State Park, State Parks

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