Lessons From A Woodlot

The whole experience was invigorating…the smell of my small tuna fish can “buddy burner” warming the leftover spiced cider I had saved from an MRE eaten during the summer months, the flicker of the flame against the darkening scenery and the chill of a cool night setting in. The fresh snow was falling just in front of me, the moisture from my breath was swirling out of my mouth like a mini tornado and a small tea light candle provided just enough light for me to look out into the woods and admire the way the snow drifts had piled up against fallen logs and bare trees. It was cold, and yet I was reasonably comfortable on my foam pad under the half dome tarp shelter I had put up a half hour before.

I have long held the belief that one of nature’s greatest tricks, used to capture the hearts of those drawn to the outdoors, is her amazing ability to engage all of our senses. Sight, touch, smell, taste, hearing and even the occasional “6^th sense” are all enhanced as one takes a moment to enjoy the woods. And yet, as I sat there engulfed by the experience I was having practicing my winter outdoor skills, I could hear the distinct metallic sound of cars…and then a plane…and then the 8pm train passing by!

You see, for this trip, I had traveled only a short distance to a local woodlot for a quick two hour retreat. In my discussions with fellow outdoorsmen, I have often heard that in order to practice bushcraft, survival or wilderness skills, you must devote a weekend or even an entire vacation to hike to a remote location and “truly become engulfed in nature”. Unfortunately, the attitude behind such a statement is typically one of inaction instead of action. Believing that you must be miles removed from civilization in order to practice core skills or have a deeply moving outdoor experience, is just as silly as claiming that baseball players should only practice on game day in a professional baseball stadium. Ask any professional baseball player about their childhood and your are likely to hear that they gained their skills over hours of playing catch in the yard or baseball in the street with whatever ratty gear they could wrangle up!

Weightlifters will tell you that you will loose muscle if you don’t exercise daily. Professional athletes will tell you that daily and weekly practice is what takes you to the championship. Gifted academics will tell you that studying is the key to acing the final exam, and yet the average woodsman believes that without practice they can walk into the woods, produce fire, create shelter and command the elements…and have fun doing it! Unfortunate but true, the ability to escape to nature is becoming less and less of a reality, leaving the average outdoorsman to say “I’ll get around to it someday”. I once heard a very educated man state “the problem with someday, is that someday isn’t today”.

So there I was, in the middle of a woodlot, in the middle of a city, miles and miles away from the “perfect” natural setting, but completely engaged and happy. My joy that day had come from a realization that I didn’t need to wait for large windows of time to practice my skills, but that I could learn to make do with my situation and utilize the many small windows of time I do have to escape to my woodlot. For you, it might be your backyard, the park (ask permission!) or a friend’s farmland…but for everyone that makes the effort, they can enjoy the peace and confidence that follows these short but positive outdoor experiences.

Misplaced Determination

The setting was anything but hospitable. The lakeshore, which was ordinarily home to miles of beautiful sand and beach, was now the canvas for crashing waves, plenty of rain and fierce 40 to 50 mile per hour winds that had already reduced my cheap plastic rain suit to shreds. It was early October and I was wet and cold, but determined.

I was standing near the edge of the lake trying my hardest to collect water into a five gallon plastic trash bag. By my logic, I could quickly fill the bag and then filter my water from the bag once I was back at the relative shelter and safety of base camp.

Determination can be an interesting monster. On the one hand, shear determination can be enough to give you the strength to overcome great obstacles. On the other hand, determination independent of risk, danger, need or safety can be a formula for disaster. Unfortunately, as I found myself collecting water into a flimsy plastic bag, I came to realize that my determination was an example of the latter.

I had my first brush with the consequences of my misplaced determination when a rogue wave hit me at my knees, drenching my already wet pants and causing me to fall into the freezing water. The second consequence followed shortly thereafter as I grabbed my overfilled plastic bag in anger and began walking back toward camp. I hadn’t made it ten feet when I noticed that the weight of the water in the bag was stretching it near its breaking point.

Not wanting to loose my precious cargo, I quickly placed the bag on the ground. All would have been fine, except that the bag landed on a patch of sharp reeds, which made easy work of slicing several gashes into the soft plastic. I remember watching the water run out of the bag and thinking it looked worse than blood running from a fresh wound. What a foolish mistake I had made!

I was now cold, shivering and exposed to the wind. The diminished dexterity in my hands mixed with the noticeable chunks of snow that were now falling in harmony with the rain let me know that I was in a bad place and yet I remained fixated on the task at hand. The panic of seeing the much needed water oozing out of my bag only fueled my determination to conquer the situation and secure my prize. So, in blind desperation, I pulled out my Sweetwater filter (now MSR) and began to filter on the lakeshore.

They say that challenges and obstacles come in groups of three, I’m not sure why that is, but in nature, it seems to hold true. Those who have spent any time outdoors will agree with this. Even with great planning, it’s as if nature wants to seize the opportunity to remind you that you are a guest in her backyard.

I was too busy and focused…perhaps even blind with indifference, to notice the large wave come crashing onto the beach. To most reading this post, this will seem quite unlikely, that is, a dangerous freezing wave crashing violently onto the lakeshore without being noticed; and, in fact, this same wave probably would have been noticed on a different day at a different time, under different circumstances. That’s the thing about being too focused on a task, you stop noticing the things going on around you. For me, being too focused on filtering water caused me to miss a giant wall of freezing water, but for others, it might be a long business meeting that leads to a missed ball game or dance recital. Either way, the principle is the same, get too focused on the wrong thing and you may miss something of far greater importance.

I was reminded of this concept very quickly as the icy water ran up the lakeshore and engulfed me in a cold tomb, drenching what dry clothes I had left, and leaving me yelling at an indifferent mother nature. Sort of a funny thing to do, yell at nature; as if she cared whether or not I was cold or warm, hungry or full, dead or alive.

So there I was, cold, wet, shivering and making the mile long trek back to camp waterless. The funny part was, I didn’t even need the water. I had a full Nalgene bottle back at camp; but I had made a plan to get water and at the time felt that deviation from that plan would ruin my meticulously planned trip! I had planned on going to get water, but what I ended up with was a long cold night in my sleeping bag and a valuable lesson in the consequences of misplaced determination.

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