Near Marathon, Lake Superior – September 5, 2013
The waves raged at the entrance to Marathon’s protected bay, slamming off the peninsula’s steep rocks and flying back in all directions. I glared at them as I slipped through and out of their reach. Today was supposed to be calm. Instead it was a long, growing fight right to the end and I slipped away like a rabbit into a hole.
I paddled to a small island and pulled the boat onto a long, flat rock to set up camp. The weather radio crackled reports as I cooked dinner and rolled out my sleeping bag.
“Clearing overnight,” it said.
The air felt frigid and I dragged out my extra sleeping bag, piling it under the first so I could lay out under the stars. The last thing I saw was the Milky Way stretched like a white ribbon across the sky.
Then I woke up. Everything was dark, but the temperature had shifted, warming in the night. Sweat ran across my skin under the two sleeping bags. I kicked one off and sat up. The air felt thick. I looked for stars and found none.
“Just clouds,” I thought.
I lay down and pulled my sleeping bag over my head, trying to convince myself as I breathed in the warm, heavy air. The wind shifted and began to rise. I smelled the rain in it.
My headlamp flashed against the trees. I scrambled to my feet, running to the boat and throwing open a hatch to grab my tarp. I tied lines on trunks and branches, threw driftwood pieces down to hold corners, and pulled the tarp tight. My fingers moved without thought, half- asleep, pulled through the motions by memory and the wet air.
The first taps of raindrops hit the fabric as I dove underneath with my sleeping bags piled in my arms. I spread out and listened to them fall, relishing the sound of rain on fabric as I drifted back to sleep.
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I am amazed D how you always get that tarp so tight overhead. Great picture..
What a rich memory! Great photo!
Don’t you just love having to get up in the night and set up shelter? You know the drill!