The blooper on TV I like! In sota’s not as funny, but … I relate.
Thursday I’m going Sota in the frosty morning dew to the top of the F/AM-478 and F/AM-472.
Around 16 hours I finished the last qso and I pack up. one last look around , no I have nothing left, nothing forgotten.
A little later, I reach the 3,600 km of forest trail leading to the parking lot where I parked the car.
As I am a little late, I decided to run down the track . It shakes
just the contents of the backpack, but the ground is soft, and then jogging, I like it!
Some 30 minutes later, I put the key in the ignition and I start the Ford Fiesta.
I pass a sign: “Nice 53km,” Well, I’m in 1 hour to Nice (fine)!
I’m on time, I’ll look at Vincent Conservatory.
I avoid the Carnival and the preparations for the fireworks tonight.
Back in QRA, around 19:30 I empty the backpack.
Hell and damnation! The super fleece jacket specially from China for me is not there!
It may be in the car and I’ll see. Nay!
Yet it was strapped to the backpack … it has dropped in the parking lot when I put the bag in
the trunk, so it’s probably here!
Hello, Domi. I forgot something important Toudon, I make the round trip. I’m there in 2 hours.
Back to the start … here I am at the parking area. Sniff! no jacket.
I’m sure it was secured to the tree branch when I wanted to avoid this block
rock fell on the runway. It’s not far, I’m going.
I adjust the headlight, put on a jacket and go!
Nothing on the tree branch, so it slipped the bag while I was running, obviously.
Now that I’m here, I continue. And this jacket it is worth a fortune, it’s worth
Candlelight. I start walking at a brisk pace, it’s easy without the weight of the bag.
It is very dark in this forest, there are small bright eyes looking at me go, I must
disturb some birds that fly at night in a surprising sound of wings.
Hey I’m hungry! I have not eaten since the onion tart and pie chard, that was at the top of F/AM-472
Mont Brune which is right above me now … and still no jacket!
I leave the forest, tag 94, I’m at 1250m altitude! if I look south I can
see the fireworks. Too bad, it’s not yet time.
I accelerate seeing the fog come and it starts to get cold.
I’m almost at the end of the road, there is a last bend, and a hundred meters to arrive
down Mont Brune. Despite some scattered clouds i can see the stars and the low
light generated by Ms. Moon allows me to finally see a black mass covered by frost: "my jacket."
I do not dwell, for I must pick up Vincent and his baritone sax to 22.30!
I start to run again, this time I hold the jacket securely …
I get to the car, 9:20 p.m. … at 10:30 I get Vincent to Nice.
The moral of the story is that in all matter, it can reach summits!
73’s Gerald F6HBI