Stuck in the Bush

Today I was meant to leave the bush. I had a number of plans, such as dinner with Ann, calling Tara and talking to my Leens. Unfortunately, those plans were put on hold.

It was still rainy this morning, and I slept in and then lay in bed until ten. Once I was up, I ate my breakfast, set up the cabin for leaving and then packed my two containers of fiddleheads, one for Ann and the other for Mike and Carol.

I wore shorts although it is chilly, because of ease of crossing the creek. Once I was in the car and blithely going to the main road, remarking to myself about the effect of the rain on the road, I was stopped when I was nearly to the main road by a giant pile of wet gravel someone had dumped where there is usually a wet spot. Someone, likely the department of transport, thought it would improve the road to make it impassable. If I had a truck, I could IMG_8047_smallhave likely tried it, and if I was desperate, I would have got a run for it and slithered through, hoping not to get stuck.

Likely that would have torn apart my exhaust though, so I turned and came back to the cabin. I need to wait for the road to dry and for a few people with trucks to flatten it out. If they merely make huge ruts, which is possible, I will be stuck here for even longer. Luckily, I have lots of food and since I couldn’t deliver my fiddleheads, I had those as well as veggie burgers for dinner.

I thought I should make the best of not being able to go, so I worked on the shower for a while and now have the installed system working fairly well, although I need stable sun to check how well it will heat.

I next worked on finishing the wall inside the new part with tongue and groove cedar. I got quite a bit done as the sun came out and the rain cleared and the cabin warmed itself. Then, as evening approached, I did a few trips to the swamp for buckets of muck, shoveled a pile to dry out so carrying it will be easier, and worked on the creek bed further down the hill.

By the time I finished that, it was getting chilly, so I cooked my IMG_8045_smallfiddleheads and veggie burgers and ate them inside while listening to the radio. Then I worked some more in the new part on the cedar and just now I was listening to the Ideas program on CBC about Norman Mclaren, the NFB animator responsible for Neighbours and a number of other classic pieces. I just lit a fire tonight, for it is getting chilly in here and apparently is going to go down to freezing tonight. I guess it is better than I didn’t plant anything yet.

I hope everyone I am disappointing this evening is OK. Hopefully, then realize that I am not always in control of my circumstances. I should take my camera tomorrow if I go, just to have photo evidence. I saw a snake on the trail back in and I would have liked to have had my camera for that as well.

Hard to believe that the Dept of Transport would just dump a load of wet gravel. I would complain if I thought it would mean anything. How strange though, that I am prevented from travel by such a circumstance.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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