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It’s been over a week since I did this daytrip, but I hadn’t been able to find the time to write about it until now. Our first week of “normal life” at our new location was pretty busy!
Anyhoo, I hopped in the car the first Saturday of May and headed out to “my preeeecious” campsite and surrounding woods near my mother-in-law’s cabin. I wanted to check for signs of spring, as well as any last remnants of winter. My first stop was the lake. There was no ice left whatsoever, but no leaf growth on the trees, either.
Normal hiking boots are usually OK for this area at this time of year, but I decided to wear my rubber boots as a precaution, seeing as how spring has come late this year. It was a good thing, too, because the ground was still water-logged in some places.
I noticed a few tiny patches of snow here and there.
And some very wet areas, as well. As you can see, a little water was also coming from the sky at this point.
Otherwise, the forest was snow-free.
Plenty of cowberries from last summer/autumn could be found. I believe they contain a lot of natural preservatives, which is why they last so long.
When I reached my campsite, I dropped my new old pack and snapped a few pics of it. By “new” I mean new to me, and by “old”, I mean military surplus. I picked it up at a discount store and am putting it through its paces now. Stay tuned for an overview and preliminary review.
I continued on through the forest. Here’s big anthill teeming with ants.
Here’s a shot of a swampy area nearby where cloudberries are said to grow. I’ll be sure to look for some this summer.
Water-logged mossy ground at the edge of the swamp.
The drainage canals are still swollen due to the recently melted snow.
When I got to the pond, I saw that it was still partially frozen.
On my way back to the campsite, I spotted this birch, which I had not seen before. For some reason, a minority of birches have a lot more bark peeling off them than others. I try to remember where these trees are so I can collect tinder there from time to time.
Since I’d be making a fire soon, I collected some of the bark.
Close by, I discovered a spruce tree which had been damaged at some point and then oozed resin to seal off the damage. I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like this before.
I snapped off a few of the pieces for future use.
Having recently learned that spruce resin can be chewed like gum, I picked off some of the cleanest amber-colored pieces I could find on the tree and popped them in my mouth. The flavor took some getting used to, but the texture was great (much better than store-bought gum, in my opinion). Looks just like any other gum!
Needing kindling for my lunch fire, I snapped some dead lower branches off another spruce tree.
Back at my campsite, I split some of the spruce from my wood pile to serve as the fuel for my fire. There are two main ways I like to split wood in the forest. Like this:
And like this:
When doing it the first way, be sure the point of impact is no further forward than directly between your feet. Otherwise, you could get hit by the axe if it glances!
While splitting the wood down further, I found a surprise! I saved it for later use as fishing bait.
Finally, lunchtime had arrived. I set up near one of the fire places.
Lunch for the day would be the contents of two mystery packages and a banana. 
One mystery package contained bannock mix.
I got a bakin’ stick ready and then mixed some water into the bannock mix to make it into a dough.
I squeezed it into a long strip and wrapped it around the stick.
Now to get the fire started. I used the wood-handled firesteel I bought for 1 Euro and modified so it would fit better in the loop in my sheath. Here’s the slimmed-down profile.
I shredded the birch bark and lit it with the firesteel. After that, I quickly put the dry spruce branches on and then some fuel wood. The fire got started in no time.
In just a short while, the bannock had baked through and was done. My favorite part about doing it this way? No pan to clean up. 
What about the other mystery package, you ask? I recently picked up some dry cured sausage from a specialty shop in town with the intent of using it as a meat source for my outings. I cut off some pieces and wrapped them in paper before leaving home.
Lunch for the day:
After lunch, I checked my thermometer: 14*C/57*F…perfect temperature… I started bringing along a thermometer one winter to see how cold it was and now I do it out of habit.
I kicked back and enjoyed a bit of outdoor reading.
After a while I packed up, soaked my fireplace to make sure it was out (this forest is like a tinder box in early spring, so you can’t take any chances) and headed back to the lake. On the way, I passed this rock with red lichen growing on it. Looks like paint!
Back at the lake, I whipped out my fishing gear: ultralight reel with travel rod and lures on top, hobo fishing rig on the bottom.
Speaking of the hobo fishing rig, I recently added a few more items to mine. In addition to hooks, line, sinkers and two bobbers, it now also contains a small slipjoint knife and matches.
I put together the spinning outfit and put on my favorite spinner for this lake (seems to attract just about everything).
Unfortunately, the fishing portion of the day was more of a tragicomedy than anything else. I hooked the grub from the spruce on the hobo fishing rig and, on the very first cast, sent the bait zooming off the hook and into the lake. I used an artificial worm next and got a few good solid bites, but had too much slack in the line and didn’t hook the fish. After a while I tried the spinning rig. No bites at all, but I did manage to snap the line on a particularly violent cast, sending the lure and a leader into the woods across the way (time to replace the line!). I put on another leader and similar lure, only to have it get hopelessly stuck in a log on the bottom of the lake. Most of this time I found myself repeatedly mumbling things like “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” and “Good job, Ricky Retardo”. We’ll see how I fare next time out.
Hope you enjoyed this short early spring outing!
