Early April and already its warming up here in Georgia, with temperatures reaching into the upper 60's lower 70's (between 15 and 12 celsius). With a snowy cold winter season seeming in the rear view mirror at this point, I chose to do some camping besides the Jacks river.
To make a long story short, when I got there the temperature was right at freezing and I'm wearing sandals because its the Jacks River and you have to cross the river over and over. At the first river crossing I decide to take a nip of Bailey's cream from my flask. My thermometer is reading 36 F (2.2 C) and the water is brutal. One swig isn't enough, neither is two. I drink half the flask before I feel comfortable enough to take the plunge. My feet go numb instantly, my legs seconds later. I brought the Bailey's to take the chill out of the
night and the next morning and already half was gone and I was not really warm at all.
As I hiked on the air did get warmer but the water stayed cold. By now blood was pumping through my legs and I wasn't really minding the water temperature anymore.
At camp I found lots of wood since it was early spring and not many people had been out yet. I cut up some short logs with my laplander saw and then split them into quarters using my knife. I set up the tarp and ate, lit a fire and watched the forest turn dark. A small bog nearby provided me with a constant chorus of frogs. It was weird because around 3 am those forgs just suddenly stopped croaking.
The next morning I got up and finished off what was left of the Bailey's with my espresso. Did some exercise in the cool morning air and packed up for the walk out. The river and the air were warmer than the day before. I made good time back to the car and began wondering what kind of summer it would be.