One more climb of shame from last week. After a particularly eventful evening sit I decided to revisit the same tree the following morning. This is something I rarely do. Excited from the previous evening's activity I got an extra early start in the morning planning to be set up and ready at least 45 minutes before shooting light. I made my way to the somewhat unfamiliar area in the dark and started my climb. After 3 moves of the stick I encountered a branch I needed to go around . . . . "I don't remember that branch????" Well, after further evaluation I discovered I was in the wrong tree and I really needed to be in the tree about 3 feet away.
With my rappel gear buried in my pack under all my upper layers I had no choice but to one stick back down, a process I hate with a passion. I hit the ground, move over to the correct tree and reset and start up. Three stick moves into that climb I'm passing a limb from an adjacent sapling and it pulls my platform out of my pack and sends it to the ground . . . . guess what . . .yep. One sticking back down to collect my platform. So much for getting an early start. By the time I was set up I figured I climbed an equivalent of 3 trees. I'm getting too old for this.