Alas, the shelter is shot. We have tarp troubles. A roof goof. A spent tent. A hurt yurt. Protection defection. (I could go on forever.)
When Libby and I were last out at Roundrock, we found that this had befallen our shelter. The tree in the SE corner to which we had tied the tarp was snapped off, apparently during a recent storm. (The shelter was fine two weeks prior to this visit.)
You can see the stump of the tree in the lower right of the photo. Beyond it is the top of the tree, lying on the ground with the rope still tied to it. The shelter tarp sags as a result.
The tree had died the year after we tied the tarp to it, but I don’t think our action caused it to die. It may have just been unfortunate coincidence. Or perhaps the forest gods are goading me once again. Regardless, I didn’t think the tree would snap as it did. I wonder now if the tarp was under significant wind stress and it pulled the tree to the breaking point. I don’t suppose I’ll ever know.
Libby, as resourceful as ever, untied the rope and tried to tie it onto the remaining stump. The rope wasn’t long enuf to reach with enuf left for knotting, but her effort did suggest a solution to me.
Next time we are out, I will bring along a steel fence post and drive it into the ground just where it is needed to anchor the corner of the tarp. I can then tie the rope to this, and we’ll be back in business. I’ll let you know how this works out.
(Home again, home again, jiggety jig.)