We arrived at Rockstone fishing camp mid afternoon. It was.....rustic. Actually, it was fine with the exception that the regular bathrooms were Out of Order and as we soon discovered, the backup bathrooms weren't fully functional either. D-oh.
|Do you see Willies fancy mozzie netting?|
|Captains Randy and David - boyz camp in the tree|
|Our hammock camp|
Captain Randy and Captain David immediately chose the trees. The rest of us were unsure. I was leaning towards the house option because it had a concrete floor and somehow I thought under a house would potentially mean less creepy crawleys. "Ask Paul. See where he recommends." I said to Tom. He came back and said "He is going to put his hammock up under that other house over there. I say we take his lead and opt for the house." Okay. We will do the same.
|Willie trying out her hammock|
|Tom grounded bottom in his hammock|
Captain Mark, Admiral Willy, Dick, Deb, Tom and I all headed over to the house to set up camp. We rearranged the tables and benches and then started setting up our hammocks, most of us for the first time. Dick had a very nice hammock with complicated mozzie netting. Tom and I got our hammocks too low the first try. Captain Mark had purchased fancy mozzie netting for Admiral Willie so that took some doing as well. In the mean time, a local woman, sort of the caretaker of the camp sat on the steps breastfeeding her child and watching us set up. I can only imagine what a circus we must have looked like. FYI - hammocks are a common mode of sleeping in Guyana and I think the rest of South America.
|Mozzie netting in place and ready to go|
|It was all too funny|
|Camp fire is a MUST regardless of the outside temp|
|Sous-chefs Dick and Deb|
|Road to the crossroads bar|
"Hey Paul. Is that little bar still down the road?" Captain Mark asked. "Yes." Six of us plus Paul opted to stretch our legs with a walk down the road to the bar. It was really just a small shack with a covered area at a dirt crossroads. A couple of times while we were there, big army transport type trucks pulled up covered in red mud with the driver dashing in for a couple of roadies to go. A torrintial down pour kept us for another round. As soon as it cleared, we departed for the muddy walk back.
|Willie told Mark to bring back firewood - nice try Mark|
|Tom and Mark lay out dinner|
|Mark fast asleep in his hammock|
Captain Mark was the first to hit his hammock. The others soon followed suit. It was around cruisers midnight (21:00). Tom and I don't really do cruisers midnight but rather real midnight so we stayed up, looking the fire, stars and solving the worlds problems. Finally around midnight (when the rum was gone) we headed to
|Tom stiring the fire|
|Tom crawling out of his hammock the next morning|
I slept....okay. It turns out our hammocks were still too low. The line stretched and I woke up with my bum touching the floor. Tom woke up solidily grounded. It was also a bit weird to sleep with my legs SO straight and slightly up. The hammocks are slick nylon so they pack up tight as opposed to the big cotton ones, but it also means they are a tad slipperly to sleep in. There was also a fair amount of snoring going on among the hammocks. The next day Dick tried to tell me that I was one of the ones snoring. I told him that might be a possibility but I only believe when I hear myself. To date I have not, so there you go, I don't snore.
|Early morning on the river|
|Early morning on the river|
Captain Randy and David had scrambled eggs with leftover steak and potatoes for breakfast - cooked on the last of the camp fire. The rest of us had bananas, energy bars and cookies for breakfast. We enjoyed the morning and then started breaking camp.
|Randy cooking breakfast as Mark watches|
|Loading up to head home|
|Bass Tracker - long way from home|
So check out the above pic. This boat was at the launch when we docked. Bass Tracker headquarters is in Springfield Missouri. They are made at several locations around southern Missouri. Pretty crazy to see one 65 miles up the Essequibo River in Guyana South America. I sent the company an email with this pic. I thought they might like to know. I would if it were my company.