Tom Joad’s Jungle Camp
(A local canyon overnight)
I called Adan in the afternoon to see if there was interest in an overnight. Within an hour we’re packing and out the door through typical Friday night traffic. It’s very good to know another family man that can run to the hills on a moment’s notice to share some much needed time away from city lights, computer screens, and telephone calls.
Both of us spent considerable time lamenting the disappearance of wool, leather boots, wooden handled knives, and durable rucksacks as compared to the poor durability of ultralight fabrics and gear when sitting beside fire, sleeping in dusty sites without shelter, and bushwhacking in the dark to get to camp.
Hot coffee, a new handmade cup, early morning beside a fire.
Living like a king.
Adan would’ve gotten along just fine in the hobo camps of yore.