Page 193 - "Mississippi in the 1st Person" - Michael James Stone (Demo/Free)

The wind blew hard. It started as a blast and blew that way all night long. It seemed to howl
and choosing to pitch a tent on the bare knoll out from the trees might not have been wisest

idea but I slept none the less. Wind or not by morning it seemed to have stopped laughing at
me where I camped. Old faithful, my older tent was used to being windblown.

It was easy to tell that this area must be a party dump for people camping because though there

was a long wooden dock running down near the water, the open space had a giant fire pit and
several “spots” partiers had left souvenirs. Almost every other place had been spotless. Here
seemed trashed by comparison.

I figured the road nearby contributed to that and as remote as this “seemed” to be, it was likely
winter hunting or kids partying decorated Bears Den Landing and so I filled one bag I had and
stuffed it in the dock before I left.

I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to find a trash bin soon so I guessed if I picked up some I had
done my part. And a bag of trash is a whole lot nicer than trash all over the place.

The wind had done a number on the dumpers.

Just about sunrise the wind died down to a gentle quiet and with the kayaks loaded for bear and

ready to go I was anxious to get going.

Then it happened.

Then it happened again.

Then it happened again and again. .

Before I could get going on the water I had big ole snowflakes falling gently and making me
feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I liked snow in Alaska and Oregon. I wasn't too sure about snow in Spring in Minnesota but I

hadn't heard any weather alert and so I took it as good sign.

With so much happening I just looked at every day now as an Adventure and whatever was go-
ing to happen, was going to happen……... and I was going to find out soon enough.

So I took each day in stride and beside I’m a morning person so I was happy.