I think this will be a solo trip, Mbah might come too, but perhaps not. Regardless, this is a perfect time of year - cool, no biting bugs, and I can watch the changing season like I can't anywhere else.
Don't know if I can get the buck saw I want in time, but here's hoping.
Well, I have challenged myself - I will make my first fire by using a stick and firebow. I never bring matches with me camping, just use my firesteel, but last time I tried using a stick and firebow, well, the pine I used for a base just squeaked a lot. Cedar should make a better base. I suppose if I can't make it work in the first couple of hours, I will resort to the firesteel, but I expect it will.
The trip I am planning is twice as far as I normally go, as I have found a good route with only a few hundred meters of portaging - and I do not want to stress Monty's back legs because of the surgery he had - one route has only 135 meters of portage - that might be ideal.
Nothing more for now - just excited and doing some planning in my head.
On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations
By Robert Frost
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.