A Storm She Is A Brewin’
We had a difficult night last night. The air mattress has a leak, the pad is worthless, and the self-inflating pad needed to be exercised before we needed it, not in the field. Oh well. At least that should be good for tonight.
We didn’t do much today. Mainly just walked around. No fishing as I’d hoped. We got back and ate lunch just before the bottom dropped out. We had very heavy, steady rain for a good 2 hours. I realized we picked the wrong place for the tent as the lake formed. All in all, though, aside from a little water in the tent (not enough to worry me) the tent held up very well. It was nice to just listen to the rain.
On the radio front, my antenna analyzer batteries died before I could get the new P1 tuned. I could hear the phone net but they weren’t hearing me. I also tried answering a CQ on 40 to no avail. The lesson? Always test new gear before you try using it in the field.
Dinner had to change a little. The rain soaked all out firewood and kindling. The charcoal survived for the most part but I did the chicken on the camp stove. The potatoes and corn on the cob were grilled. I think I did a great job. Sadly I couldn’t get a good wood fire going so we had to turn back to the stove for roasting marshmallows.
Oh well. My hands hurt from all this typing on the tiny keyboard. That’s all for now.
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