Waking up the camp
After a late night at the bonfire at Rickman’s Harbour Pond, with many a beverage in hand, Eric and I are usually the first to stir. Always a morning person, no matter how late the night, I am usually awake with the dawn. Its May 2-4 weekend, Victoria Day, probably the biggest party weekend of the year back home, and for quite a number of years, we always made our way to Elvis’ cabin for it. We get the naphtha in the old Coleman stove and start pumping it up, while someone else heads to the pond for a kettle full of water. Firing up the stove we get the kettle on and the frying pan too, and soon the scent of bacon is wafting around the place, causing the rest of the crew to stir.
Big heads require a beer to start the morning, a hair of the dog, to help cure the hangovers, that and a nice greasy plate of bacon, toast and coffee get us started for the day. The sun is shining, unusual for May 2-4 to be honest, but its about 2 degrees Celsius outside, and we got about an inch of snow over night. Doesn’t matter, the few of us who actually want to trout pack up or rods, tackle and baskets and make our way to catch lunch before the partying starts again.
We laugh about Junior and the beer box on his head, him swearing the whole time it was me. We make fun of Kendall and Jamie singing the wrong lyrics to Lightning Crashes at the top of their lungs the night before. We laugh at me lighting the barrel on fire with white gas and singing my eyebrows when I thought it was barbecue starter. Its a ritual, a rite of passage, and all good natured. We drive that back road, stopping at ponds we can reach easily, and catch a few trout. Of course Eric catches more than anyone else as usual.
Back for lunch, pork fat in the pan, trout coated in flour we make our lunch, while the barbecue goes outside stacked full of hot dogs, hamburgers, steak, and everything you can imagine. Lunch over, beer in hand, we start visiting everyone else’s camp sites. Its like Christmas visits, and part of the event. Moonshine and drinks are shared. Everyone has a slight glow for the day.
Its friendships, events, memories created that last a lifetime. Its the 24th of May and we likes to get away.
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Waking up the camp
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