Swampywood
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Mosquitos eat your tent around here...
I have some fond memories of hiking/camping the winding staircase trails in Arkansas....in 19 degree weather...lol.
Nice. I'm looking to be back in Missouri and get into some winter camping. Some friends of mine do an annual "Wintergeddon" and get together to camp at the same place property every year - primitive camping in the snow. They did it up in the Smokey Mountains before, but decided the traveling was too much of a PITA and not as many people would participate. I want to get back into it again - pine bough beds, chopping wood, and sharing all the little bushcraft stuff we learned/know/want to try. If it snows enough, the next plan is to work on primitive shelters.
One dumbass came unprepared and refused all manner of help or assistance, and because of his pride, he didn't tell how bad off he was. He lost a chunk of his calf and a few toes to frostbite. We didn't know until /months/ later when his brother ran into a buddy of mine and they were chatting about it. He came to camp in the snow with regular uninsulated leather boots, Hanes socks, and liquor. Dumb bastard.
You won't notice it during the day, but the oil pump gets very loud at nightClear Springs rec area in Meadville, MS.
The worst thing about the primitive camping has nothing to do with the campground or even the national forest. It is the noise from the pumpjack (nodding donkey) about a mile southwest of the campground. Much of the national forest sits on an active oil field and there are many other pumpjacks in these woods. I didn't notice the low rumbling noise of the pump jack when I set up camp that afternoon but all that night and the next night I could hear it. It sounds like someone in a vehicle stuck in the mud or deep gravel spinning their wheels trying to rock themselves out of the hole. Every two seconds. But they never make it. Ever.