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Saturday it rained all day, storms the day before and lots of rain today, results from Ike making its way to the midwest. Oh everyone thinks I'm nuts to stay this night so I had no company.I think everyone is nuts for not wanting to sleep out and hear the rain come down on the tent. Eye of the beholder thing I guess.
Starting the fire was a challenge but I got it going to make coffee then it poured down again. I grabbed my coffee and took to the tent, I did a little cleanup, gosh I think I keep the tent better then I do my home. Hope its not a new broom swipes clean thing going on here.
I put this big board on top of the storage plastic bin, it has a curve on top so the board helps make a flatter surface for my pipping hot coffee and hot cocoa.
Heres a front view of it, notice the fan, thats the side sis sleeps on when she is not a chicken to stay outside in the cold and rain. She's got to have her fan. Along with wild life magazines, survival books and all the other great books I have been reading lately. I got my coffee , good lighting (still using the lamp and I kind of like it) so let it rain, i'm good to go. Theres also my walking stick on the floor just incase I meet up with that cougar again. I'll probably be in such shock that I'll drop my stick and freeze again like I did before. 
Now when you read about camping you usually just hear about the fun things , that big fish that was caught or got away, or maybe someone being chased by a bear. All the cool adventures and oh the food. But you don't hear to much about when "mother nature calls". Its not really a big thing, everyone has to go, and really its rather a boring subject. But not when you got to go, its sorta the only thing you have on your mind at the time.
It was pouring rain , was one of those nights I just wanted to stay in my tent and hoped I didn't drink so much coffee that I would have to go so soon and the rain would have to stop some time. It didn't and I had to go bad 
I had worn my clothes that were soaked carrying my dry clothes in a bag to put on at the camp. Going outside of the tent I would have to put back on those wet cold clothes or strip down to the buff and head to the outhouse. The thoughts make me sudder even now. And I plan to bathe in the woods 
So I'm rid of my dry cloths and then I start to zip up the tents zipper. , oh my gosh its stuck, it only open less then a foot. I'm in trouble big time now. I have got to go and if your an older person holding it just doesn't work as good as when younger. So thoughts of sliding out the hole in the tent was my only option. Then my reasoning and fearful side of my brain started working, What if I get caught in that hole, pass on from exposure and they find me dead, stuck naked out a tent hole. Oh My Goodness, I did not have my game on here. Even if I had put those cold wet clothes back on the thought of moving onto the after life stuck in a tent hole was not the way I wanted to move on and be found. Not to mention the stories that would be passed on.
Oh where is my DH at times like these. He's never around when I have a flat tire, never around when I'm unloading 50 lb bags of chicken feed and now not around in the pouring rain and I'm stuck in a tent down to the bare and have to go to the bathroom. No he's at home on the couch watching some kind of sports while darling wifey poo is in big dilemma.
Think linda think, stop thinking this is your darling hubbies fault. You and you alone jacked with the tent zipper and got it stuck, so get out of this one yourself.
Did I ever show you the pretty flower pot that is just arms length outside my tent door 
Toilet paper , hummmm you know those magazines that are suppose to be in the outhouse, hummmmm problem solved now back to reading 
I fell asleep while reading a book and rain keeps coming down. Woke up during the night and was glad the tent and I didn't float into the pond, thoughts of that went throught my worried side of my brain. Can this vintage trailer travel tent work like a boat, cooooool if so, I was thinkin on the positive side now.
But I was hi and dry , and fell back to sleep. I woke up to quiet and the tent's top was covered in leaves. I did have a plastic covering on the top b/c there is some small holes in the canvas. I was glad I had it covered. This is not the clearest of pic's but it was neat to wake up to.
Well my fare weather sister camped out with me on the nice and dry Sunday night as long as I would practice the tin whistle with her. I wanted her there, shes a great zipper opener. So I agreed to toot my whistle to some ol' Irish tunes.
The moon was full and bright Sunday night, it started out cold but warmed up comfortably. I tell ya I got to be my sisters maid cuz she had me go get her some hotdogs to roast. I was good with just coffee and well I was full from the squirrel dinner earlier sis had cooked.
The worry thing came again , we hadn't ate squirrel for ages, what if we wind up with squirrel gas in the close quarters of our tent. We had this happen when we were down at Branson , sleeping in a bunk house on Possum Trail. We all ate gator at Bass Pro Shop and all of us wound up with a bad case of Gator gas :P. We asked a year later at the same place and the waitress said we must have had some bad gator , hummmmmm. So my thoughts were open with sis like always and she said no worries thats why she has the fan. So another tenting problem solved.
But I still gotta go for those hotdogs and I was so not wanting to leave the camp but I abided in her wants so off on the dark trails I go. I just wish she hadn't told a spooky story beforehand. The moonshine help but oh those dark areas that never see moonlight, it can get scary if you let it, so you walk real fast through them and hope you don't get snagged on a branch.
That moon was big and bright but this picture doesn't look like much moon at all, but oh was it big and bright..
We both cooked a hotdog, without buns, they just didn't smell right. You buy bread at the store you best eat it up right away cuz a day or two it turns sour then green :P
Good thing I brought the marshmallows, she wanted them to, so I go ahead and roast one as well , hey I'm a sport.
Alls looking good and I just want it to get a nice golden brown then all of sudden the white thing on my stick is in flames,
Oh well charded marshmallow. Still tasty tho
Now we get finished with the eats, wash it down with more coffee, oh I hope that zipper works. And start to play our tin whistles. Sis knows her stuff on this music, she can play by ear but she uses her mouth. I on the other hand have to read music.
I can't see the notes by the campfirs so I bring over the lamp, perfect.
Perfect until sis starts to snicker while i'm playing a tune. What is your problem I ask, while she is still snickering. I know its been awhile sense I have played but really must you snicker. She points down on the ground, its all wet. My slobber was coming out of the flute while I was looking down at the notes and playing. I tried to dry up my pucker but it still ran like a river. Oh this would be so embarrassing if there were others around listening to us play. Should I eat a raw persimmon, a lemon. Maybe I should tack the sheet music to a tree and toot unwards like the Pied Pipper, nope that could cause me to chock on the down flow of slobber. All sis said was glad your not playin a trombone, you could flood us all.
Enough playing our tin whistles so I put the lamp back in the chuckwagon. It gives an ol time glow under the canvas top.
We called it a night and we both read listening to the coyotes howlings, perfect when you got a full moon. I put my book down first and sis wants to read about a wolf story, "go ahead i'm listening". I don't remember it cuz I fell right to sleep. I did wake up with the sounds of sis snoring on the other side of the tent. Fan going too.
I was up first tis mornin and thought I could sneak out without waking sis. Nope the sound of that zipper will not be quiet no matter how slow you zip and I'll be, it works.
I step out to look at the pond and see how much its has risen after our rains, it could use some more. A pond in the woods with lots of trees is just not a good thing, it will leak, even ponds under good conditions will leak sometimes.
Thoughts of taking all the trees out to make a fishing lake have been talked about , but I so love the trees , trails and the two ponds hold enough water all year long for the critters to stop by and have a drink. This one is just below the Outpost. Its so peaceful just to sit, watch and listen.
Look there in foreground on the pond, theres frogs jumpin in. I have seen a mother raccoon and her kits look and play in there without them knowing I was watching for a good 20 minutes. Oh was the mother shook when she seen/smelled me and took her babies quick as a wink on the other side of the dam and vanish. Yep I think we'll just keep as is, besides theres plenty of other fishin holes around this neck of the woods.
After the rains the wood's floors are nice to walk on, with wet fallen leaves and the signs of Autumn all around.
I love the smell and looks of the camp , likes it got a fresh cleaning.
I set out to get sis and I some morning coffee, not on the fire, but run to the house where DH has already gone to work, but the coffee is still hot, I just missed him. Came up to feed my fish and looked out at the trails, something caught my eye. A young deer was following me down the trails and was peeking out wondering where I was. Oh I never get tired of looking at wildlife. Camera is up in the tent.
Sis is still in her covers and sleeping, she wakes with the sound of the zipper, "Oh sorry did I wake you"??? Oh we are never that nice to each other, lol. Hand her a cup of java and she says were's the bacon and eggs. Knock it off I say, be happy you get coffee in bed. Its a work day so lets break camp and get crackin.
I tell her she will be campin next weekend and she says yah right. If I play my tin whistle right she'll be there or maybe dh too, maybe some good cookin on the fire will send them in. I'm sure glad your here.
Until next weekend at the Outpost you have a good one. Thanks for the visit even if things don't run as smoothly (zippers) as planned. And thank heavens for flower pots without holes in them.
Take good care, have an awesome week with many Blessings
linda
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