Fall Camping! Camping Fail.
I like camping since it offers me a mini- adventure and time alone. I like this new ritual of leaving for a day or two and unplugging from Facebook, activism, my phone, and people in general. So, I was looking forward to camping at Savannah Portage State Park. I visited the park back in August and March, but had not camped there. It has become one of my favorite state parks due to the fact that it is not very busy, has great bog walk, and some nice trails. Thus, I made it a goal that I would camp there this fall. Here is how it went:
Firstly, the forecast called for clear, sunny weather when I made my reservation at the campsite. However, as it grew closer to the date, the weather looked like rain, more rain, light rain, clouds, and thunderstorms. I am not a huge fan of being wet, but the days are getting shorter and my opportunities for camping will come to an end by the end of this month. So…I looked up tips of how to comfortably camp in the rain. I decided that it would not be a big deal and made plans to go birding and hiking- rain or no rain.
Like always, I stopped at Rice Lake National Wildlife Refuge on the way to Savannah Portage. I immediately felt chilled by the rain and wind. Nevertheless, I spent almost the entire day birding and hiking. I was wet, but not not drenched. Despite the inclement weather, I saw many birds. One highlight was a flock of Pied billed grebes. These grebes are adorable. They have cute little fluffy white bird butts, big eyes, and a compact shape. Another highlight was dozens of Trumpeter swans, even though they were pretty far away- near an island on Rice Lake. I took a stroll down a service road and came upon two Sandhill cranes. At first, I thought they were gray stumps or poles. I guess I wasn’t expecting to see the cranes. There were many other birds as well, including more ducks than I could hope to count- or identify. The ducks were some distance away and I am not knowledgeable enough about birding to identify ducks by their flight pattern or shape. While walking along the service road, I spotted a Lapland longspur. This isn’t an uncommon bird, but the first time I have identified one. I thought it was a fun and productive day of birding, but traipsing through wet grass, soggy trails, and drizzling rain left me feeling chilled.
After leaving the refuge, I headed towards Savannah Portage State Park, picking up some campfire wood along the way. I spent most of my day birding and I arrived a bit later than I had planned. The park is remote enough that it is not well staffed and the park office closed at 2pm. However, there was a notice on the door of what to do if I needed anything. There are over 50 campsites, but only two were in use that night. So…I pretty much had the whole state park AND campground to myself! There wasn’t even any staff. Since it was drizzling rain when I arrived, I decided not to set up my tent. The wind was also picking up. I concluded that I was already soggy and wasn’t going to enjoy setting up and taking down a wet tent. Instead, I would save time and effort and sleep in my car. With nothing to set up, I set off for another hike (as I wanted to make sure that I visited the Bog Walk and did the loop trail around Lake Shumway). I quickly did both short hikes, beating sunset. After sunset, I decided to take advantage of my solitude and hike in the dark. I haunted part of the Continental Divide Trail before the wind picked up again and I decided that hiking in the dark…alone….makes me feel a little uneasy.
Back at my campsite, I pulled out my firewood and did my best to make a fire. For whatever reason, this didn’t work out. The wood that I had purchased was a little damp from being outside. But, I had purchased some eco-friendly firestarting chips. These did little to help the flame sustain itself on the wet wood. I tried burning notebook paper and furiously fanned the flames. Sometimes the fire lasted as long as five minutes, but after an hour of trying, it never really took off. This was disappointing because I was going to make myself some hot tea, s’mores, and instant soup. Instead, I ate cold snacks and drank cold water- which didn’t really do much to dispel the chilled feeling from being outside in the rain all day. It hadn’t been a particularly cold day and I didn’t get drenched- but there is a certain, demoralizing chilled feeling that rain can bring.
Since the fire wasn’t going to work out, I decided to change clothes, read a book, do some journaling- and snuggle into my sleeping bag- in the backseat of my car. It wasn’t exactly comfortable- but it was warm and dry. Also, it was nice to be out of the wind. Even though it wasn’t that late, I started to feel drowsy. The wind rustled the leaves outside and droplets of water fell from the foliage onto the roof of my car. I decided that I would head to bed early- feeling like my camping adventure was a bit of a fail (in terms of setting up the tent or making a fire anyway). I had strange dreams. I even had a frightening dream wherein I awoke to the sound of a male voice shouting my name. It was an auditory hallucination- the sort a person has when they are half dreaming and half awake. This is not a usual sleep occurrence, so I pondered it for a moment (maybe I had felt anxious being alone?). I curled up into my sleeping bag and drifted back to sleep. The rain and wind increased during the night, which again made me feel okay with the decision to sleep in my car- even if I was a bit bunched up.
The next morning, the sky was overcast, but the rain had stopped. I got ready for the day and set out on a hike. My goal was to do the Continental Divide Hike (which was perhaps 3.75 to 4 miles round trip from my campsite). This was a nice hike. The forest was yellow and the park was entirely empty (spare one other camper). It was odd to be the only human on the trail. The trail itself followed…well, a continental divide…or a ridge. On one side of the ridge, water flowed into the Gulf of Mexico. On the other side of the ridge, water flows into the Atlantic Ocean. The trails were wet so it was interesting to think about the long journey the water could take- on either side of me. Although the hike was often up hill and along a ridge, it was pleasant and not particularly challenging. I hate hills- but none of them were that steep. Towards the end of the trail, there was an overlook deck- where a person could admire the lowland Tamarack forests and Wolf Lake. I spent some time there reading the interpretive sign, then finished the rest of the trail before turning back.
With the trail done and little to pack up, I left the camp site. I headed back to Rice Lake Wildlife Refuge to see if I could catch a few more birds. The sky cleared a little and I did see several birds, such as a Belted Kingfisher, Great Blue heron, Trumpeter Swan, Pied Billed Grebes, and what I believe was a pair of Blackducks. I didn’t spend as long as I had the day before, but managed to devote a few hours to it. I turned my phone back on. I left the wildlife refuge and I started listening to radio news. The first story that I heard about was the mass shooting in Las Vegas. I was only gone Sunday into Monday, but it seemed that I had been gone much longer. There is so much “world” to digest on a daily basis. I like to escape it all. I am not sure how others remain so engaged and yet sane or even happy from day to day. Maybe I am weak for always wanting to run away. On the drive home, I listened to the news coverage. I saw a hawk perched over a swamp. I turned the car around and watched it until it flew away (harassed by another bird). I then headed home to change clothes and go to a feminist meeting.
It wasn’t much of an adventure and I pretty much failed at some of the most basic elements of camping (setting up a tent or making a fire). I was also somewhat miserable, but encouraged by my hardiness to at least TRY to be outside. Yeah, I am not much of an adventurer. I think about my co-worker who just spent two and a half weeks hiking the Superior Hiking Trail. She was probably wet and muddy most of the entire time…without a place to warm up. I wish I was more like that. Maybe someday. Who knows. For now, it was nice to relish an opportunity to be outdoors- as winter is just around the corner. With colder and shorter days, I won’t be as enthused to be outside. We’ll see if I can squeeze one more camping trip in this fall. Hopefully it won’t be as wet next time!