When I was young, I loved to reach the dry, warmish sanctuary of my tent. Now that I'm old and my summers are dwindling, I care less about comfort. I'd rather be on the water. If it's raining and cool, I still want to be on the water. If it's whitecapping, I'm happier bobbing out there than snuggling in the tent. I don't want to miss the witnessing.
I'm kind of 50/50 on this. Funny, I used to not care about comfort when I was young and now I'm more into the comfort but not at the expense of cherishing my time out doors. So instead of a trash bag poncho when it rains, I have superlative rain gear and a tarp.
However, if it is windy and pouring buckets, I'm just as happy sitting under the tarp watching it move across the water.
We all have to believe in something. I believe I'll go paddle.
Forty years ago, my future wife and I drove down a dirt road on our way to go fishing. We passed a heavily armed family (it was opening day of deer season), from teenage girls to grandpa, walking down the road like a platoon on patrol. A quarter-mile later, we came to the family's RV and travel trailer. Just before we drew abreast of the vehicles, a magnificent buck bounded across the road, directly in front of our VW camper, and stopped to stand four feet from the steps of the RV. We did not stop and the buck stood and watched us until we were out of sight. I always considered the above experience as one of life's little lessons from which to learn. One nugget in that experience is that the potential "witnessing" does not cease at the location you just left, just because you are not there anymore. Sometimes, it is the person who decided to stay in camp who has the most exciting story at the end of the day. A couple of years after I reached age 60, I realized I could be that person, the one who fishes nearby and comes under the tarp to watch the rain and clouds with a cigar and sip of whisky in hand. If others have left me to my solitude to go off on an adventure, I am thankful for their understanding. Who knows though, it may be me who meets the interesting strangers, catches the biggest walleye of my life or witnesses the storm destroy camp. It was long ago when I first suspected I no longer appreciated wild roller coaster rides, at Disneyland or county fairs, the way I once had. That discomfort is now easily transferred to big waves. If the water is cold and I am solo, there is also a fear factor involved. My life has been much the opposite of missmolly's. It was when I was young that I had no use for common comforts and any sense of danger actually made an activity more attractive. Now, I have a grand-daughter to watch grow up. So, nix on the danger.
Been canoeing in a snowstorm,the tent and warm sleeping bag felt great. Otherwise I agree with you. Years ago I started out like many with cheap rain gear and that was no fun and it is not safe in the backcountry especially I cold weather.
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quote Jeriatric: "Forty years ago, my future wife and I drove down a dirt road on our way to go fishing. We passed a heavily armed family (it was opening day of deer season), from teenage girls to grandpa, walking down the road like a platoon on patrol. A quarter-mile later, we came to the family's RV and travel trailer. Just before we drew abreast of the vehicles, a magnificent buck bounded across the road, directly in front of our VW camper, and stopped to stand four feet from the steps of the RV. We did not stop and the buck stood and watched us until we were out of sight. I always considered the above experience as one of life's little lessons from which to learn. One nugget in that experience is that the potential "witnessing" does not cease at the location you just left, just because you are not there anymore. Sometimes, it is the person who decided to stay in camp who has the most exciting story at the end of the day. A couple of years after I reached age 60, I realized I could be that person, the one who fishes nearby and comes under the tarp to watch the rain and clouds with a cigar and sip of whisky in hand. If others have left me to my solitude to go off on an adventure, I am thankful for their understanding. Who knows though, it may be me who meets the interesting strangers, catches the biggest walleye of my life or witnesses the storm destroy camp. It was long ago when I first suspected I no longer appreciated wild roller coaster rides, at Disneyland or county fairs, the way I once had. That discomfort is now easily transferred to big waves. If the water is cold and I am solo, there is also a fear factor involved. My life has been much the opposite of missmolly's. It was when I was young that I had no use for common comforts and any sense of danger actually made an activity more attractive. Now, I have a grand-daughter to watch grow up. So, nix on the danger. "
I'm not a danger junkie. I paddle small lakes and camp on islands to stay as safe as possible. I'm just not a comfort junkie like I once was.
If I'm dry the rain isn't a problem. I can go under the tarp, have a cigar and wait it out. If the weather becomes violent I can head to the tent to read. A gentle rain while on the water is only and inconvenience not a tragedy. My days of paddling in big waves and wind are over. I have grand children that I want to bring up someday.
Watch out for that rock!!!........ Oooo.... That's going to leave a mark...
Since my grandchildren are 600 miles away, I can afford to live life on the edge! But heck, what fun are big waves and setting up a soggy camp? Even good rain gear is hot, obscures your vision, and not totally dry. And like Jeriatric said, it ain't a race. Just don't let your life insurance agent or your doctor know about those ceegars.
Personally, I don't care much for fishing in the wind or rain. For a little while maybe, but not for hours on end. A steady sprinkle or drizzle isn't bothersome, but heavier rain with wind is not fun for me.
I have decent and dry raingear and would rather lounge with my comfort items at camp. Some of my best memories are relaxing at camp in the rain/dampness, tarp set up above the fire and sitting area and enjoying the scene. Not so much if the wind is blowing the rain every which way...then I'd head to the tent to read and nap. If I'm really feeling bored or antsy, I'll pack up and travel in the rain, making a few miles and setting up a new camp....
Do what you can, with what you have, where you are -- Teddy Roosevelt
I've noticed that there are some distinctly different types of people, two of which can easily be spotted in inclement weather. One type is getting sad and depressed, chin tucked in and shoulders hunched, barely (if at all) tolerating the weather. The other is smiling and looking around, not paying attention to discomfort at all, but enjoying the different sounds and smells and colors of the outdoors. I really enjoy the company of the latter.
Being part weather geek as well I have always enjoyed being outside the tent. Bugs will drive me in sometimes and yes listening when it's raining outside in the morning. However even without custom gear I am out in the elements.
I am with the 50/50 paddlers. I love love love looking out at rain from either a tent with window, or from under a tarp. Best of both worlds was when I used to camp sans tent, so I'd be both in my snug "bed" AND under the tarp. One of my favorite camping days of all time was in western MD, or WV panhandle under said tarp, in my sleeping bag with a good book. It rained all day long as I watched, read, and dozed... I still have that smell in my mind and the green green green of it all.
That said, once past the motivation to be out and in it, I've had great days that were "miserable" too (or miserable days that were great :-) - like being out in pouring rain fishing in Alaska. Catching NOTHING, but witnessing this:
Wherever there is a channel for water, there is a road for the canoe. -Thoreau
quote BWPaddler: "I am with the 50/50 paddlers. I love love love looking out at rain from either a tent with window, or from under a tarp. Best of both worlds was when I used to camp sans tent, so I'd be both in my snug "bed" AND under the tarp. One of my favorite camping days of all time was in western MD, or WV panhandle under said tarp, in my sleeping bag with a good book. It rained all day long as I watched, read, and dozed... I still have that smell in my mind and the green green green of it all.
That said, once past the motivation to be out and in it, I've had great days that were "miserable" too (or miserable days that were great :-) - like being out in pouring rain fishing in Alaska. Catching NOTHING, but witnessing this:
" Awesome
" I want to know Gods thoughts , The rest are details " Albert Einstein.
quote Benutzer: "I've noticed that there are some distinctly different types of people, two of which can easily be spotted in inclement weather. One type is getting sad and depressed, chin tucked in and shoulders hunched, barely (if at all) tolerating the weather. The other is smiling and looking around, not paying attention to discomfort at all, but enjoying the different sounds and smells and colors of the outdoors. I really enjoy the company of the latter. "
I once was the former, but now I'm the latter and I expect it's because I can hear the lower globe of my hourglass filling.
quote missmolly: "quote Benutzer: "I've noticed that there are some distinctly different types of people, two of which can easily be spotted in inclement weather. One type is getting sad and depressed, chin tucked in and shoulders hunched, barely (if at all) tolerating the weather. The other is smiling and looking around, not paying attention to discomfort at all, but enjoying the different sounds and smells and colors of the outdoors. I really enjoy the company of the latter. "
I once was the former, but now I'm the latter and I expect it's because I can hear the lower globe of my hourglass filling." the very reason my solos have gotten progressively bigger.
I don't need to be comfortable all the time while tripping, but do really want to be able to find a comfortable refuge when needed. Dry tent, dry clothes to change into, clothes that keep me warm.
"The trouble with the world isn't that people know too little, but that they know so much that just ain't so."
Mark Twain
quote kanoes: "quote missmolly: "quote Benutzer: "I've noticed that there are some distinctly different types of people, two of which can easily be spotted in inclement weather. One type is getting sad and depressed, chin tucked in and shoulders hunched, barely (if at all) tolerating the weather. The other is smiling and looking around, not paying attention to discomfort at all, but enjoying the different sounds and smells and colors of the outdoors. I really enjoy the company of the latter. "
I once was the former, but now I'm the latter and I expect it's because I can hear the lower globe of my hourglass filling." the very reason my solos have gotten progressively bigger."
quote gutmon: "I don't need to be comfortable all the time while tripping, but do really want to be able to find a comfortable refuge when needed. Dry tent, dry clothes to change into, clothes that keep me warm. "
Remember that luxury thread? Well, I forgot two luxuries. One is soy milk. I love that stuff on my cereal. The other is dry pjs, which never leave the tent because at the end of long, wet, cool days, I do like to be dry and warm.
missmolly: "Remember that luxury thread? Well, I forgot two luxuries. One is soy milk. I love that stuff on my cereal. The other is dry pjs, which never leave the tent because at the end of long, wet, cool days, I do like to be dry and warm."
Dry socks. I often keep a dry baselayer set to sleep in, but I ALWAYS ensure I have a pair of clean dry socks at the end of the day.
quote kanoes: "quote missmolly: "I once was the former, but now I'm the latter and I expect it's because I can hear the lower globe of my hourglass filling."
the very reason my solos have gotten progressively bigger."
It starts to fill the day we're born. The sooner we figure that out, the longer we're able to appreciate the top half.
Q.O.D. "You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth." --Evan Esar
Bonus Q.O.D. “Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.” -- Susan Ertz
quote missmolly: "quote gutmon: "I don't need to be comfortable all the time while tripping, but do really want to be able to find a comfortable refuge when needed. Dry tent, dry clothes to change into, clothes that keep me warm. "
Remember that luxury thread? Well, I forgot two luxuries. One is soy milk. I love that stuff on my cereal. The other is dry pjs, which never leave the tent because at the end of long, wet, cool days, I do like to be dry and warm."
I just ordered some powdered soy milk for my girls. I did'nt know there was such a thing.
quote Jeriatric: "Forty years ago, my future wife and I drove down a dirt road on our way to go fishing. We passed a heavily armed family (it was opening day of deer season), from teenage girls to grandpa, walking down the road like a platoon on patrol. A quarter-mile later, we came to the family's RV and travel trailer. Just before we drew abreast of the vehicles, a magnificent buck bounded across the road, directly in front of our VW camper, and stopped to stand four feet from the steps of the RV. We did not stop and the buck stood and watched us until we were out of sight. I always considered the above experience as one of life's little lessons from which to learn. One nugget in that experience is that the potential "witnessing" does not cease at the location you just left, just because you are not there anymore. Sometimes, it is the person who decided to stay in camp who has the most exciting story at the end of the day. A couple of years after I reached age 60, I realized I could be that person, the one who fishes nearby and comes under the tarp to watch the rain and clouds with a cigar and sip of whisky in hand. If others have left me to my solitude to go off on an adventure, I am thankful for their understanding. Who knows though, it may be me who meets the interesting strangers, catches the biggest walleye of my life or witnesses the storm destroy camp. It was long ago when I first suspected I no longer appreciated wild roller coaster rides, at Disneyland or county fairs, the way I once had. That discomfort is now easily transferred to big waves. If the water is cold and I am solo, there is also a fear factor involved. My life has been much the opposite of missmolly's. It was when I was young that I had no use for common comforts and any sense of danger actually made an activity more attractive. Now, I have a grand-daughter to watch grow up. So, nix on the danger. "
This is a well written sentiment. I don't feel that I have to prove anything after decades of paddling all over the North. I don't take the risks I once did. I love rediscovering nature with my kids, and still travel hard, but will always submit to the ultimate force of nature. That said, an adjustment of mindset can make traveling through days of rain tolerable, and even enjoyable. And living through a raging storm leaves one invigorated and glad to be alive.
quote Arlo Pankook: "quote missmolly: "quote gutmon: "I don't need to be comfortable all the time while tripping, but do really want to be able to find a comfortable refuge when needed. Dry tent, dry clothes to change into, clothes that keep me warm. "
Remember that luxury thread? Well, I forgot two luxuries. One is soy milk. I love that stuff on my cereal. The other is dry pjs, which never leave the tent because at the end of long, wet, cool days, I do like to be dry and warm."
I just ordered some powdered soy milk for my girls. I did'nt know there was such a thing."
Neither did I! I've been taking the wet stuff. I'm gonna get some powdered now.
quote Benutzer: "quote kanoes: "quote missmolly: "I once was the former, but now I'm the latter and I expect it's because I can hear the lower globe of my hourglass filling."
the very reason my solos have gotten progressively bigger."
It starts to fill the day we're born. The sooner we figure that out, the longer we're able to appreciate the top half.
Q.O.D. "You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth." --Evan Esar
Bonus Q.O.D. “Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.” -- Susan Ertz"
Yep. It's acceptance of mortality that powers appreciation of the present. Great quotes. There's also the one about not going gentle into that good night, but raging, raging against the dying of the light.