So this year we again we planned for
Green River on the weekend after the park closed. This has proven to be
cheap, flexible and often comfortable as the earth appears to be
warming. Here is what I remember of our 25 year anniversary.
Our adventure started as they often do at
the park and ride in Richmond. The Taj has been our launch point since
it was a gravel lot. Its been transformed several times to its now
ubiquitous state "Anywhere in the USA Interstate park and ride"
complete with its own rotary circle. About the only thing not different is
the most excellent view of Camels hump. Shane met me there and we
took the Dodge Van with our pile of gear. I was worried that it might
take two trips to haul our gear as it filled the van. We headed
up RT100 and took a tour of Morrisville looking for .177cal pellets for
my plinking pistol. We found them but it turned out my gun takes 22cal
so that was a waste of time.
We found Tom parked on Rt15 We followed him up the access road and
found Joe in the lot all unloaded. We dragged our shit to the water and
packed my Schanoe to capacity. Shane had to wear his guitar but we fit.
The Leaves were a little past peak but still in full color. Warm and
Sunny out and in 20 minutes we were on the group site setting up. We
got set up and started the fire which ended up burning til Sunday. Plenty
of wood to be had without Stan's saw. See Stan we don't need your help,
we did fine just like we always did with saws. That being said Joe did
almost cut his finger off. A good bleeder was tended to by EMT Bob,
gotta love cloth tape. We hung around, went for a paddle
and then came back and started cooking. Cooking and burning things
seems to be our purpose on these trips. Some time around 5pm we saw boats
on the horizon. Mal and Mike had found us. Apparently they went south
from the launch for a bit before heading back North to our general
area.
We were Six for Friday night
a small but dedicated crew. We dined on Steak, chicken and more Steak.
Sweet potatoes and Delecata squash too, hmmmm fire roasted
veggies are the best. A few fireworks some guitar playing. We
wrote an awful song about Stan, so bad I cant repeat the lyrics. Joe
was injured so he could not work it out till it was studio ready. IT
was a reggae song along the lines of the "harder the come" but
Stancentricly recomposed. Friday night was cold in
the upper 20's so we had a good hard frost.
Saturday dawned with a bit of an
Ice fog so things were frosty early. The day warmed up nicely. Bob and
Shane paddled up North and fished some. One Perch was caught but that
was it. We went way up into the swamp under the bridge. Lots of people
out enjoying the sun. Pods of Kayaks moving about, looked like a
school. Tom and Joe worked on gathering wood, while Mike fished, and Mal kept busy tending the fire.
Saturday night we
ate like pigs again. More Steak with Pork all grilled on the fire. I
brought a cast Iron fry pan that we used for most meals. It makes
everything the fire doesn't. We really tried to drink all the beer I
think we had one left Sunday moring. Saturday night was warm and
breezy. We did get a coon visit early Sunday morning. The critter
dragged Mikes cooler away. Mike heard him and scared him off before the
cooler made it to the dead cooler grave yard. It was a good thing for
the Racoon that David wasn't able to attend this years event..... Rocky
would of met his maker, no doubt.
Very dry with no Dew
Sunday morning. We got up and picked up. Made a big breakfast egg
mess and then loaded the canoes. Two loons came into our little bay and
fished. They talked at each other more then I have seen before. They
clearly have a language they speak. Mike caught a pickerel Sunday
morning and took the biggest fish prize. Something over a foot long
too.
We all paddled out
in the sun on calm water. We were all loaded and out of there by noon.
We did see a little rain Sunday morning but it was just a few passing
sprinkles followed by sun for the rest of our GRR experience. I
think this was a trip more typical of the old days. Small crew, limited
toys, pretty quiet but fun as well. It was good to see Mike and Mal made
the trip up from Conn. They definitely had to work much harder to make
it happen the the Vermonter contingent.
The GoodSuper weather
Adequate fire wood
Light traffic on the water
Joe didn't cut his finger off
Stan's Song is almost finished
Great food!
The BadNothing to note, so I guess, that we were there for only 2 nights.