Ladies & Gentlemen & Maui: Gracias Maui, am just fine. I must admit that once I would have loved a tent. It was Feb, and the cold winter rains had commenced. The rivers had risen and I couldn't cross with the mule, so was trapped in a deep valley, about 6000 ft. alt.
They has just recently opened a lumber truck road (?) in the area. Since I had to go back to Alamos, a 3 day mule trip in good weather, one day by truck, for my wife's birthday, I decided to leave my mule at an Indians house and catch a ride on one of the big trucks, they could ford the river with no problems. So I decided to camp out along side of the road and wait for one to come by.
I only had a piece of plastic some 4 x 6 ft, and the mule's saddle blanket. So I burrowed into a thick clump of manzanita, cleared out a spot just big enough to lie down, spread the piece of plastic to cover as well as it could, and set up house keeping.
The clump of Manzanita gave me shelter from all but the stronger gusts of wind, and had plenty of small dry branches for fire. So there I was, wet, but warm from the small fire, actually more comfortable than I had been in other occasions. Once a day I would walk the 3 miles to the Indian's home for Hot Tortillas and coffee. Most of the time I was holed up in my clump of Manzanita hopefully waiting for a truck to come by.
Finally I gave up and started walking to CeraCahui, some 15 miles away. I was carrying my saddle bags and it rained constantly. by the time that I finally reached CeraCahui, the soles of my shoes had started to separate, and despite walking, I was trembling from the cold.
I finally reached the home of my friend, and was sitting by the fire drying out, when a lumber truck arrived. To this day my friend doesn't understand why I suddenly broke out laughing. The driver let me ride on top of fresh cut, soaking lumber for several hours where I caught another that passed through Alamos.
About 1/2 of the way home the truck developed problems, so they stopped along side of the road and built a huge fire. One of the men then sat underneath the bed of the truck, drained the oil from the differential, then opened up the case. He then filtered out the pieces of broken gear teeth, they heated up the oil, then put it back into the differential and away we went minus a gear ratio or two.
Soo, I finally arrived the morning 'after' her birthday, and she still hasn't forgiven me. Sheehs females.
I would have loved a nice comfortable Teepee.
Don Jose de La Mancha