The cacophony of birds before dawn makes it impossible to sleep. The humid air has condensed on the pile of leaves that I’ve heaped on top of me, but I’m dry and warm beneath. I can hear the bugs crawling through the pile, but as far as I can tell they haven’t bitten me all … Continue reading The Sounds of the Bush
Franklin Xavier-Moore pulls out his rip-stop nylon compression sack and unbuckles the polyethylene clips. He tugs and out pop the carbon fibre tent poles and 5000mm polyurethane coated inner-tent. The polyester tent fly is stuck in the stuff sack with the titanium pegs and Kevlar guy wires. A shake of the stuff sack liberates them … Continue reading Top of the Line
The pollen has all been swatted out of the air by the falling raindrops. The smell is clean and the air is pure, but the hiker is still thirsty. He knows not to drink the surface water for fear of contamination. He could spew himself inside-out if he drinks from a tainted stream. He practically … Continue reading The Hiker
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