gull-lake

Take me back!

I know it was only yesterday I was on the lake with clear, cool waters, but I want to go back bad. Although, my skin is probably happy we aren’t there, even with sunscreen I burned…so looks like I won’t even be enjoying my pool much of today. Ah, maybe tomorrow.

This is the only way to camp. Over summer had a bear come investigate me in the middle of the night and the bastard stole my water bottle which was on the ground under me, only to bite and break the cap, then discard the bottle still in my camp upon realising it was only water.

Gear:

Hammock: Eno Doublenest hammock (I know there are lighter hammocks out there, but I’m a strong guy and I like the size).

Suspension: DIY whoopie slings made from 1/8 Amsteel Blue rope, NRS 9’ loop straps around the trees, and a marlin-spike hitch to hold it all up. The ridgeline is just an extra-long whoopie sling, adjustable from about 85" to 108". I prefer it around 96" for the right amount of sag.

Bug net: DIY top-entry bug net made from No-see-um mesh. Used 1/8 shock cord from REI in the top channel. All i need to do is add a couple pieces of velcro to keep the top flap from blowing off.

Insulation: Kelty Cosmic Down 0. Until I can afford some ultra-light down underquilts and top-quilts.

Rain Protection: Looking at either the Warbonnet Mamajamba or Superfly (both silnylon) when I can afford it. I have been liking the silnylon over the Cuben Fiber simply because it still seems more durable. Again, I’m pretty strong; I can handle carrying a few extra oz if it means spending less than 1/3 of the money for the sil and getting a more durable tarp.

Backpack: The North Face Spire 45. Took the back-plate out to save some weight. Again, until I can afford an ultralight pack. I take so little extra crap that this size is still even plenty big for a 5-6 day trip for me. This pack has been through a bit with me.

I love hammock camping. Go ahead, ask me about it.

Gull Lake, July ‘17


Wading through the shallow beach
barefoot, currents of cool or warm
surprising me as I ballet towards
the deep, the sensuous, soft sand
sealing me to the earth; I belong.
I say to my brother, Clarke, this,
being out here feeling the lake
and letting it hold me in the open
air, this day, this is relief from
all anxiety. It’s pure antianxiety.
You still deal with that? he says.
All the time. Me too, he says,
his shirt off, bold and masculine
and beautiful in the bare water.