2010 February 25
Elwha Campground
Tent flies, especially of the ultra-light variety, are only intended to withstand so many days of rain. What's more, the fact that I had slung a tarp unevenly over the whole tent so that it was touching the fly, creating points of contact for water to pool and saturate, was causing droplets of water to light on my sleeping bag.
I thought about this problem while boiling eggs and frying bacon this morning, but I was mostly thinking of the eggs. I had somehow never personally boiled any before. Wanting not to ruin the precious delicacies, I "phoned a friend", or actually three friends, who each gave different directions for the perfect hard boiled egg. My final recipe was as follows:
- Place eggs in water.
- Bring to a fair boil.
- Lower heat to low and cover pot with lid.
- Cook nine minutes.
- Pour excess water into Melitta coffee maker, prepare to enjoy hot beverage.
- Place eggs into icy water to stop cooking process.
I have to say, in my opinion the eggs couldn't have turned out better. Firm but not too hard or crumbly. Yellow yolks with no graying, and a loose shell. It must be owing to the step regarding coffee.
Salt and pepper. *mmm*
Having now eaten, I sawed and sharpened several poles about five feet long. Into these I turned screws to fit the eyelets of my tarp. With a bit of effort, and a fair amount of frustration, I single handedly erected a savage tarpaulin hut over my tent which I hoped would endure the "prolonged showers" supposed to be coming soon.
Jim and Dave gave me a beer and some old-time conversation in the afternoon. I was shown some of Dave's home-jobby wood stoves, one in the van and another in the RV, wrought from old propane tanks. Marvelous little works they were, too, keeping his camper 80F. From these and other additions to his trailer, I surmised that Dave is in every way creative but with language, which for him is limited to as many expletives as there are few adjectives.
Jim ponders his decision to burn creosote.
"Dave's hooch"
Having loaded Dana's Two Years Before the Mast onto my eReader, the evening blew along with the Alert. How refreshing it is sailing into nautical stories!
Elwha Campground
Tent flies, especially of the ultra-light variety, are only intended to withstand so many days of rain. What's more, the fact that I had slung a tarp unevenly over the whole tent so that it was touching the fly, creating points of contact for water to pool and saturate, was causing droplets of water to light on my sleeping bag.
I thought about this problem while boiling eggs and frying bacon this morning, but I was mostly thinking of the eggs. I had somehow never personally boiled any before. Wanting not to ruin the precious delicacies, I "phoned a friend", or actually three friends, who each gave different directions for the perfect hard boiled egg. My final recipe was as follows:
- Place eggs in water.
- Bring to a fair boil.
- Lower heat to low and cover pot with lid.
- Cook nine minutes.
- Pour excess water into Melitta coffee maker, prepare to enjoy hot beverage.
- Place eggs into icy water to stop cooking process.
I have to say, in my opinion the eggs couldn't have turned out better. Firm but not too hard or crumbly. Yellow yolks with no graying, and a loose shell. It must be owing to the step regarding coffee.
Salt and pepper. *mmm*
Having now eaten, I sawed and sharpened several poles about five feet long. Into these I turned screws to fit the eyelets of my tarp. With a bit of effort, and a fair amount of frustration, I single handedly erected a savage tarpaulin hut over my tent which I hoped would endure the "prolonged showers" supposed to be coming soon.
Jim and Dave gave me a beer and some old-time conversation in the afternoon. I was shown some of Dave's home-jobby wood stoves, one in the van and another in the RV, wrought from old propane tanks. Marvelous little works they were, too, keeping his camper 80F. From these and other additions to his trailer, I surmised that Dave is in every way creative but with language, which for him is limited to as many expletives as there are few adjectives.
Jim ponders his decision to burn creosote.
"Dave's hooch"
Having loaded Dana's Two Years Before the Mast onto my eReader, the evening blew along with the Alert. How refreshing it is sailing into nautical stories!
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