Saturday morning at Powley Bridge Campsite 🏕️

It really was an uneventful trip on up north. 🛻 Stopped for some smokes in Amsterdam but other than that it was very light traffic. I’m not a big smoker 🚬 but sometimes it’s fun up at camp 🏕️ with a few cold ones 🍻 and some weed. Pisceo Road was as rough as usual, drove slowly because the suspension is increasingly worn out on my big jacked up truck.

It was eight o’clock by the time I started setting up camp 🌇 but sunset is late this time of year. But still it was a rush to get firewood. 🪵I camped at the Powley Bridge Campsite to start out the weekend. It was what was available, still not bad if a bit buggy with mosquitoes in the evening though jeans 👖 and DEET seem to do the trick. Set up the lights and moved gear around. 💡 Got a fire 🔥 going around 10 PM watching as that white garbage sack full of discarded and now moldy yougurt containers, milk jugs and frozen vegetable wrappers became a bright yellow flame with some smoke until the wood dried out from the woods and started to burn. I should have grabbed a pallet to bring up here to burn but I figured it would be easy to find wood around campsite 5 or 6 not planning on this site.

Whatever. I smoked some grass and listened to some more of Jack Kerouac’s Desolation Peak. Cracked open a can of sardines 🐟 and fried up some asparagus and onions. ✨ Sat out on Powley Bridge looking at the stars through the haze, glimmer from the THC on my brain. I dimmed the lights, the fire died down and laid in the hammock for a while. Annoyed that I accidentally left my sandals 👡 home. I realized my mistake as I was merging onto Interstate 90 but it was too late to turn back. This morning the $15 hammock I got off E-Bay seven years ago developed a rip all the ways, tossed it in the garbage pail, it will be just carbon dioxide and flames by evening. 🔥 I carefully cleaned out the fire pit in the morning, removing the burnt cans 🥫 for recycling and the banana peals 🍌 which should burn fine if the fire is hot enough tonight.

So that was the downside. 🛟 Had to be careful where I stepped when swimming 🏊 without foot protection. The tube inflated properly and I was ready to float come the heat of the afternoon. I do wish I had a hammock but the new one will be here before Independence Day Weekend in two weeks. Rode to the end of Ferris Lake Road but when I reached the private gate I couldn’t find the herd path back, I found myself accidentally trespassing on the wrong side of sparsely spaced property markers and rain into a creek and turned back. 🚲 Rode back to Campsite 13 and sat there for a while studying the leaves in the trees while listening to American Bulk by Emily Mester, aka another book about middle class consumerism and all the crap people buy and eat.