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Why You Should Sleep Until Noon During Black Fly Season

Black flies β€” there really is only one solution to them: don’t be hanging out until they are gone for the night. That means waiting for darkness to come over the land. Then the party can get started.

Getting Eaten Alive By Black Flies

Black flies aren’t out all night. So that’s the best time to up and own doing things. Like cooking dinner, drinking beer, and hanging out by the campfire. There is nothing wrong with staying up all night during black fly season, because the days really aren’t that wonderful, if you don’t like getting eaten alive.

Campfire

Granted, in the darkness, you are somewhat restricted in what you can do. But bring a flashlight, and hell, maybe a bunch of Christmas lights, party lights, and big bright 100-watt equivalent florescent lights, and pretend it’s day light. It’s also cooler, and generally much nicer in then in the day time.

Waking Up Deligted to See the Sun

During black fly season, the whole purpose of the day is to be sleeping, and recovering from the hang overs of the previous night.

Solitude

I spend much of my free time up in the woods, walking around, and exploring. I enjoy getting far away from other human beings, and camping out far away from other people. Many of the places are so far off the beaten track that few ever go out here.

Yet I enjoy these places and hope they will be forever. Many will remain largely unchanged, others may scum to contemporary pressures be it high gas prices or new technologies such as farming techniques that forever change the landscape. Much land will remain forever wild, but that does not mean that recreational and governmental uses of the land won’t based on the changing forces.

It’s not scary to be alone. It’s enlightening to be up in the woods with no pressures to do anything or be in a rush to be anywhere. You sit and listen to the wind blow through the trees, the water bubbling down the creek, the birds chirping in the air, or the chipmunks running around and opening acorns.

Solitude

I enjoy being alone, with nobody to bother me or tell me what to do.

The First Campfire

Flicker

One of the things I look forward to is the first campfire of the year. I have not been camping since December, and with temperatures starting to warm up, it seems like the it won’t be long until I’m camping again.

 Enjoying the Fire

It all starts by gathering up some tinder and some small kindling wood. Crumbling up some paper, stack some kindling. Get out a match, crack open a beer and maybe some honey roasted peanuts. Sit back on the tailgate or a lawn chair, slowly adding fuel to a good fire gets going.

Warm Campfire

Make some dinner up. Maybe clean up a fish I caught, or something else I brought on in. Fry it up in a cast iron frying pan over the fire, or cook something in a dutch oven. Sit back and listen to the evening news on the radio and maybe some music, as I enjoy dinner.

Cookies Box Go Up in Smoke

Toss some more wood on the fire. Clean up the pots and pans, burn up the dinner’s trash. Turn on the lights, sit back and read a book. Look up at the stars and the moon. Watch the fire roar along as the hour gets late. Sit back, and get ready to call it a night.

Reading in the Rain

… I am so looking forward to warmer weather.

Reasons I Like Camping

  1. No Real Rules except for Respect of Natural World.
  2. No Schedule except the Fall of Darkness Over the Land.
  3. Get to Visit Interesting Places; Explore New Lands.

Camping in the Morning

  1. Get to Play with Fire, Sit and Watch the Campfire.
  2. Get to Burn All Your Camp Trash with Plastic Burning and Melting in the Fire.
  3. Cooking Delious Meals Over the Fire or In Dutch Oven.

Smoke and Heat Rises Into Lean-To

  1. Beautiful Moonlit and Starlit Nights in the Woods.
  2. Drinking beer and smoking cigerettes and watching the fire burn.
  3. No Time to Get Up in the Morning.

Kayak Parked

  1. Peace and quiet or music as one sees fit.
  2. Having time to read and get away from all of it.
  3. A big change in the routine.

Why Does the DEC Hide Camping Areas?

One of the things that I’ve puzzled over for for some time, is the practice of hiding officially designated roadside camp sites and primative camping areas from their website and from offical signage on primary roads.

Campsite 55

The DEC never puts a sign up along a road saying “Camping Area”, although they do often designate individual sites along the roads with smaller markers. It’s always signed as “C.C. Dam Assocation”, “Moose River Plains Wild Forest”, “Mountain Pond Fishing Area” with no information on camping activities, despite having dozens if not hundreds of designated road-side camping sites.

Brasher Falls Sign

Limekiln Entrance Sign

It’s not like people can’t figure out where primative campsites are located by searching the Internet for other web sites, driving around on state truck trails, checking topographic maps, studying Unit Management Plans, and talking to people who have been their previously. Things are not really hidden, it’s that DEC just doesn’t make it obvious.

Campsite 4

To make matters worst, the DEC varies greatly in their policy towards putting campsites on their online interactive mapper. Some camping areas are not included in their interactive mapper at all, while other are in part or whole. Some designated camping areas on the mapper, require a free permit from the DEC, although you would never know it from the website.

Adirondack Park Land Cover

The DEC also does not provide public access to the shape files used to draw the data in the online interactive mapper. Despite one’s repeated attempts to contact the Department for acess to that shapefile, the GIS director has never responded. If you wanted that incomplete shapefile, you would probably have to FOIL the agency, and no guarantees that the department would provide access.

Tent

There are probably a couple of rationals for this disorganized policy towards primative camping:

  • Discourage over use by keeping camping areas known to a limited number of people who’ve spent the time discovering them on their own
  • Discourage ‘casual’ use by youth who seek simply places for partying and generally making a mess with beer cans and other unburnable trash, damage to vegetation, and generally getting themselves in trouble
  • Competition from State-owned DEC Campgrounds, many of which are money makers for the DEC and help fund other activities of the department
  • Disorganization in the DEC regional offices, which may not sychronize their data with DEC Headquarters in Albany.
  • Regional DEC Offices desire not to share with the DEC in Albany, a list of campsites that do not comply with wild forest guidelines due to spacing or frontage issues.
  • Regional DEC Offices would prefer people contact the forest rangers directly about camping opportunities, so they can better control use of their lands and maintain a kind of fiefdom over them.

Reading in the Rain

Regardless, it would be nice if the Department of Environmental Conservation, in the form of it’s regional and state offices, would be honest with the public about camping opporunties across the state. The public owns the land, and the public has the right to know about how it can be used, without directly having to contact individual forest rangers, which may or may not be honest or helpful.

Camping with Cowboy

I sit tonight under the stars on the tailgate of my pickup, deep in the woods in Southern Schoharie County. Tall pine trees tower over me as I look at a sky that has finally cleared out and the stars are shining brightly down on me. A nice big campfire provides light, as does my overhead florescent lamp powered by my truck when I turn it on to write.

I yehaw at the moon with my cowboy hat on, drinking yet another Corona. I listen to yet another top-40 country music song, inter-spaced with some obnoxious religious right talk on another station that seems so powerful out here. I cook myself a meal on the old gas stove made of eggs, hash, potato chips, and lots of Corona. I’m in heaven it seems.

I just love being alone, playing cowboy out in the woods around the fire. I’m increasingly drunk, but at the same time I am so much at ease, so peaceful in a kind of redneck-y kind of way. I love my pickup truck and I love the woods. I’m just not sure how I could ever live without such a free life.