Journal Entry: 12/28/69,Extracted and Expanded for Letter Homenew year's plans & the wind journal extracts |
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Journal entry for Sunday, 12/28 I've finally found out what "bad weather" means out here in the desert, Wind! Last night I made camp in a moderate wind on an island of sand, but as the evening progressed so did the force of the wind. I pulled my kayak up on high ground, turned it on its side, & propped it up with two paddle halves. I lay in the lee of the kayak with my poncho stretched over me. Packs formed the ends of my crude shelter. Dinner was a can of cold corned beef, some pumpernickel & tea. All liberally seasoned with fine sand by the howling wind. Tea water was very slow to boil due to the sputtering of the flame on the stove.In the end I could not finish the whole can of beef. By about 12 o'clock the wind seemed to have peaked at about 30 knots. The rudder on the boat was banging up and down, the bare trees across the channel were rattling something fierce, the wind howled through the canes nearby. Sand was beginning to pile up in my little shelter, my air mattress was flat & I, huddled in my sleeping bag, was getting very little sleep. Morning dawned. I shook off piles of sand, crawled out & was greeted by a giant sand blaster. I cursed & crawled back inside. Breakfast was cereal & tangerines and of course sand. By this time the my whole world was sand. I slept with it, I ate it, wore it, breathed it. After breakfast I put on long pants, down jacket, neck scarf, bandana over nose & mouth, & a stocking cap. Gritting my teeth I reluctantly faced the world. During the night my "island" had become a part of the mainland leaving my kayak stranded 150' from the water. I packed up. With a heave-ho I hauled my kayak down to the water, then trudged back to my camp, wind howling all around me, sand obscuring my vision. |
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