Having a bath on a chilly morn

[Julia A Knaake]

Having a bath on a chilly morn

 

There's nothing like the bleat of a 

bull elk early on a cold chilly morn

 
awakened I roll over startled in my tent  

It had been  so cozy warm in my mummy bag

 

the dream of all dreams I wanted to finish 

flew quickly from my brain without an end

 

smelling smoke the campfire had died down 

embers still burning, needing attention

 

quickly out of the tent wearing only my boots  

I work quickly building the fire to knee high

 

smaller wood at the bottom, heavier on top

the fire is now roaring, I'm finally warming up

 

time to drag the old galvanized wash tub

still heaped with snow close into the fire

 

with strong dark rich coffee now brewing alongside

back to the tent I wait for the water to heat

 

tub full of snow finally  melting but not ready 

in the tent I sip coffee trying to recall my dream

 

steam is flowing into the cold mountain air

with a towel and soap I brave a cold chilly morn

 

 the tub pulled off onto the icy snow

I bravely brace it and go in feet first

                              © 2012 Julia A Knaake

[LoveLife&Laughter]

Now this is the way to do chilly mor'n....

[Julia A Knaake]

Craig, a picture in my mind is worth 200 words...thank you

[Julia A Knaake]

LoveLife&Laughter what are you reading? You look so serious.

[Julia A Knaake]

Lynn, then when you go back to the tent you'll  really get warmed up

[Julia A Knaake]

luvy it isn't really that bad

getting misdirected in a blizzard on a snowmobile

or having to walk home at one in the morning

a mile to the cabin  when that snowmobile  stopped is much worst

of course you have to walk singing off key at the top of your lungs 

to scare the bears, badgers and coyotes off lest you be attacked

it confuses the hell out of them and they run, hide and stare at you