I've been going through a bunch of old journal's/stories I managed to get on line before I lost all of my paper journals. I think this tale was back in the mid to late 90's when my paddling partner and I were still wetting our feet to canoe tripping.
[h=2]Companion[/h]
By Scooter
A New England River...
The Suns First Light...
The sun breaking over the river woke me. It was early and snoring could be heard from my partner's tent. Peeling myself out of the sleeping bag and staggering out of my small tent I approached the remnants of last nights fire. Off to the side stood the grill, at attention, like a good soldier ready to do its duty. A slight whisper of smoke came from the fire pit. I grabbed a handful of twigs from the pile and added them to the coals and soon had a cowboy fire going. Perfect for my needs. The grill soon stood over the flames waiting.
Rooting through my wanigan I found what I was looking for. The Almighty Coffee Pot. Carefully adding water and java grinds I prepared the first taste of the day. The fire was at its peak and would only need occasional attention for the task of boiling. The Almighty would do the rest, procuring a nectar for me, which would bring me to my feet.
I settled back on my heels and watched the fire for a spell. My focus settled on the Almighty Coffee Pot. I have been canoe tripping/camping for many trips now, so many it's hard to attach a number. The trips are clear in my mind but the time frames aren't. I watch the aluminum container we call the Almighty. It has seen us through many times. It has its share of dents and dings. The top handle is slightly pushed in. Its bottom is scalded black with the remnants of countless morning fires like this one. The question came to me, slowly, like the suns rise. Where had I gotten this metal wonder? I sat there slowly feeding wood to the fire and tried to piece it together. The puzzle was missing too many parts. I could not remember where I had acquired this so important piece of my life. I decided through the cobwebs, that it really didn't matter.
The mute scream of a zipper from my partners tent broke my thoughts and I turned as he rousted himself from his cocoon. Stretching he approached the fire, then squatted next to me. The Almighty belched once, then twice and finally began bubbling its tune.
"Hail the Almighty Coffee Pot." said my partner, reached into the wanigan and pulled out the cups.
As we sat there watching the Pot perk away.
How many of you have a piece of gear you hate to leave behind on a trip or has retired for one reason or another? Must be a tale or two to tell!
dougd
[h=2]Companion[/h]
By Scooter
A New England River...
The Suns First Light...
The sun breaking over the river woke me. It was early and snoring could be heard from my partner's tent. Peeling myself out of the sleeping bag and staggering out of my small tent I approached the remnants of last nights fire. Off to the side stood the grill, at attention, like a good soldier ready to do its duty. A slight whisper of smoke came from the fire pit. I grabbed a handful of twigs from the pile and added them to the coals and soon had a cowboy fire going. Perfect for my needs. The grill soon stood over the flames waiting.
Rooting through my wanigan I found what I was looking for. The Almighty Coffee Pot. Carefully adding water and java grinds I prepared the first taste of the day. The fire was at its peak and would only need occasional attention for the task of boiling. The Almighty would do the rest, procuring a nectar for me, which would bring me to my feet.
I settled back on my heels and watched the fire for a spell. My focus settled on the Almighty Coffee Pot. I have been canoe tripping/camping for many trips now, so many it's hard to attach a number. The trips are clear in my mind but the time frames aren't. I watch the aluminum container we call the Almighty. It has seen us through many times. It has its share of dents and dings. The top handle is slightly pushed in. Its bottom is scalded black with the remnants of countless morning fires like this one. The question came to me, slowly, like the suns rise. Where had I gotten this metal wonder? I sat there slowly feeding wood to the fire and tried to piece it together. The puzzle was missing too many parts. I could not remember where I had acquired this so important piece of my life. I decided through the cobwebs, that it really didn't matter.
The mute scream of a zipper from my partners tent broke my thoughts and I turned as he rousted himself from his cocoon. Stretching he approached the fire, then squatted next to me. The Almighty belched once, then twice and finally began bubbling its tune.
"Hail the Almighty Coffee Pot." said my partner, reached into the wanigan and pulled out the cups.
As we sat there watching the Pot perk away.
How many of you have a piece of gear you hate to leave behind on a trip or has retired for one reason or another? Must be a tale or two to tell!
dougd