So the trip was rather uneventful, except for a few mistakes on our part. We got a later start than we would have liked due to not having a pre scheduled shuttle from Rochelle's to the put in point. It wasn't too late though. We finally got on the water around 10:30am Saturday, and made camp around 6pm that day. I normally carry a lightweight and sturdy Kelty Salida II tent, that has weathered a few storms and blizzards so far. Somehow I managed to leave my tent in my work truck, and didn't realize it until we were to Abilene. I stopped and bought a Walmart special to make do for the weekend. Mistake number 2. I'll go more into this in a bit.
The water was nice and calm Saturday, and it was overcast but we didn't see much moisture. It rained lightly on us a few times for short periods of time. Their was a slight breeze that did make the air cool, but nothing that warranted a jacket. I was carrying one of my suppressed 22 pistols to plunk around with on the trip. I shot a few logs, but nothing spectacular such as the hog last year. We did take a Yeti full of some good brews, and I tried out a few new ones that I'm really fond of. Normally I pack much lighter, and might only have a 2-4 beers for the whole trip for two people. We packed a 6 pack for each, some iced water bottles, and some amazing steaks. This was by far my most spoiled trip so far, but not sure the extra weight was worth it.
Due to the cooler weather, this was the only trip I haven't swam in the river. The water was as clear as I had ever seen it though, and we were able to spot some good sized fish. I was really amazed to spot 3-4 rainbow trout about a mile below our put in. I know they used to stock this area regularly with Rainbows in the past, but they usually didn't make it very long. I'm assuming they're still stocking.
When we made camp, we realized mistake number 3. My buddy forgot to pack the lighter fluid. Due to the frequency of river goers, the sand bars and islands are pretty well picked clean of natural fire word. The little bit of wood that is left, is usually soaked or not worth a damn to make a fire. I had packed a bag of charcoal for this very reason, since I had intended to cook steaks. (Usual meal is MH meals cooked over my MSR stove.) Well we found a cinder block that we were able to use as a fire tube. We shredded some tinder from a cedar post we found, and stuffed the bottom of one of the cinder block holes with toilet paper. We then lit the paper, and once it was going stuck the tinder on top. With the tinder now being lit, we fed it more tinder until we had a decent little fire. Then slowly began adding charcoal, while making sure the fire was properly fanned. It was slow getting the fire started, but made for a more interesting story. Finally I spread out the coals, and added the grate on top. I had set the steaks out on the ice chest a couple hours before camp, so they were brought to room temp already. These were some greats cuts from our local colleges meat lab. The best meat market in Lubbock, and also a great price. Threw the steaks on the fire for a perfect medium rare, and enjoyed with a few brews. It doesn't get much better than that.
Shortly after dinner we were full, hydrated, and lazy. We decided to call it a night, as the wind was picking up and weather was moving in. Around 10:30-11, the storm came in. It wasn't much, but the wind was heavy, and it rained a decent amount. The crappy Walmart special tent kept us dry all night, but the poles were about as stout as a twig. Everytime a solid gust came through, the tent folded over and would be touching our entire bodies laying down. We ended up sleeping fine though, and it was just an inconvenience.
We woke up around 7am Sunday morning, and as it was my birthday my buddy surprised me. He had brought a small flask of whiskey, so that we could take a shot on the river to celebrate. We didn't feel like going through the hassle of starting another fire, so we decided to forego breakfast. (I had packed bacon and biscuits.) The wind played hell on us as we packed up camp, and even more so once we got on the water. We camped only 3 miles from the end, and those were by far the slowest 3 miles of the trip. It took approximately 3 hours for the last 3 miles, when we had done 17 miles the day before in about 6 hours of paddle time. Along the way on Sunday, we saw a real nice Tom strutting his stuff for some hens. He was only 50 yds away, and couldn't have cared less that we were there. Shortly after we ran into a small pack of wild hogs watering on the river's edge. Upon sight of us they immediately began to head back into cover. Shortly after we made out exit, and the rest is history.