Slept ashore for first time in sleeping bags on the rocks.
I can remember as a kid missing out on Cub Scout camping trips for one reason or another but to make up for it, Dad and I would ‘camp’ in the slightly wooded back yard. There was a slight hill and the sleeping bags would slowly slide down the plastic tarp we would place on the ground to keep the moisture out. We didn’t have a tent and it was just open air.
Later in life, Sue and I would go camping on some of our reenactment trips. I used to enjoy the experience a lot and we had many convenience items such as air mattresses hidden away in our very non-authentic tents. Sleeping on ‘the rocks’ sounds like it would be the opposite of fun. Well, it just so happened that one night in July (possibly August,) while on a camping trip in Wahnapitae Ontario, Sue and I learned just how uncomfortable the air mattress could be when a cold front came in. Like a Thermos, the air mattress retained all of the cold air and ‘insulated’ us from any warmth the ground could offer. The remainder of the weekend we ended up in a hotel with the hopes of warming our bones. I do hope for my Grandfather’s sake, the rocks and bag provided some form of comfort.
In 1943 and 1944, my Grandfather, Merton Young, traveled to Greenland while working for the Merritt-Chapman & Scott Company. He wrote a brief diary of his journey and this is a piece of that story.
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