After we got into our sleeping bags it was time to recollect the days adventure. The boys were mighty proud of how tough they had been walking the 4 kilometres from where we parked the car. The camp boss had to agree they had been super tough walking for so long in terrain that was almost impassable.
Then we fell a sleep one by one. I usually wake up a few times a night when I sleep in a sleeping bag, and this time was no different. The first time I woke, the two boys were talking in their sleep, almost as they were talking to each other. I couldn’t understand what they were saying but it was enjoyable. The second time I woke up this night i woke myself up by snoring, that happens sometimes, but it’s not a good thing when we are supposed to be as silent as we can to not startle the birds that come in to sit in the trees around the marsh at night. So after falling asleep again, we slept till 4:30 in the morning. It was quiet. No birds had started playing yet, which is not usual. They often start around 4 in the morning, but not now. So we dozed of again and woke up an hour later. Unfortunately no birds had showed up, but now we could hear at least two making their distinct playing sound in some trees not too far from the tent. The boys had been surprisingly quiet, they really wanted to see the birds up close so I started to try to lure them in with my limited call skills. They didn’t get fooled this time, so we had to be satisfied with just hearing them from a distance this time.
So we got out of our sleeping bags and started the day. The boys immediately ran out on the marsh, they only had time to put on their boots before they took of. I started with breakfast, which was some bacon this time. Bacon is always good, but cooked on a campfire it’s even better. The boys got back from their morning exploring with their boots filled with snow, so we had to dry them up a bit while breakfast was consumed.
When breakfast was over we got dressed and started packing down some of our gear. Actually we left most of it, but that’s a story I will come back to. The boys got around for some more playing on the marsh while I sat down for a cup of coffee, the best kind, kettle brewed.
After the coffee and some lazy time in the heather, I called the boys in to get ready to go. As they got back they went to the campfire to play with some sticks and at that moment disaster struck! The teddy bear or or bunny as it is called fell into the campfire. The camp boss quickly told the boys to not pick it up by themselves so it took a few seconds before I could get it out. Luckily she got away with not to severe burns, some fur was burned away but she’ll live to be cuddled another night.
As we were ready to go the other boy almost sobbed as he could not find his teddy bear or tiger cloth as he is called. I asked him where did you see him last and he replied”in a tree” then I asked which tree? “I don’t remember” he said. So, then we started backtracking looking up in every tree he thought it could be in. After walking around for half an hour we found it! It had fallen from the tree it was stuck in and down a hole in the snow. The relief was huge as we have a leave no teddy bear behind policy.
Then we were on our way. The trip home was led by the boys, and they were not too bad finding the way, only some small corrections from time to time. The way home was a little bit easier than the way in as we walked in our own tracks so the snow didn’t give away so easy. After going for a while the youngest tripped head first down a puddle of mud, he was ok, but the bunny got the most of it. She got really dirty and might have not made it if he hadn’t been so resolute when he pulled her up.
Luckily the rest of the trip home was without any more incidents.
As I wrote earlier in the post we didn’t take all our gear with us home. There are two reasons for this. One is that we are going back this weekend and the second I will reveal in my next post.