The lookout point, deserted and covered in snow, beckoned to my weary soul that craved the solitude.
Pilling my gear into the Land Rover, I doubled check my list of essential equipment—several deep-cycle batteries and an inverter, and a small generator to used only as an emergency to power rechargers or lights if needed. I paced clothes in duffle bags along with extra blankets and food rations.
For the most part, I had planned on keeping a low profile.
The three-hour drive to the lookout took me past some of the most scenic and treacherous areas of the county, which were barely passable even in summer. Despite that, I looked forward to my turn to watch the seas and the lands below the lookout tree. There was a small cabin near the tree I could use as protection from the elements if needed, but I hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.
It only took a few minutes to set a windscreen on the hilltop that overlooked the sea and set out my supplies. Scouts had looked at several areas but determined the old tree up on the cliff's summit was the best vantage point needed to keep watch for visitors.
I settled in with and began to watch for the possible invasion by sea of our neighbors from the west. While it was still daylight, I caught up on reading and checked the horizon every few minutes.
After a couple of hours, I spotted the telltale sign of incoming vessels. I keyed the radio mike and warned the main base that the enemy was coming across the bay toward the Port of Calais. The Germans had indeed braved the strait in a last-ditch attempt to secure a foothold in France. After I sent the word of the incoming invasion to my superiors, I collected my things and drove toward the woods to join the French Resistance and make life miserable for the incoming Germans.
Pilling my gear into the Land Rover, I doubled check my list of essential equipment—several deep-cycle batteries and an inverter, and a small generator to used only as an emergency to power rechargers or lights if needed. I paced clothes in duffle bags along with extra blankets and food rations.
For the most part, I had planned on keeping a low profile.
The three-hour drive to the lookout took me past some of the most scenic and treacherous areas of the county, which were barely passable even in summer. Despite that, I looked forward to my turn to watch the seas and the lands below the lookout tree. There was a small cabin near the tree I could use as protection from the elements if needed, but I hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.
It only took a few minutes to set a windscreen on the hilltop that overlooked the sea and set out my supplies. Scouts had looked at several areas but determined the old tree up on the cliff's summit was the best vantage point needed to keep watch for visitors.
I settled in with and began to watch for the possible invasion by sea of our neighbors from the west. While it was still daylight, I caught up on reading and checked the horizon every few minutes.
After a couple of hours, I spotted the telltale sign of incoming vessels. I keyed the radio mike and warned the main base that the enemy was coming across the bay toward the Port of Calais. The Germans had indeed braved the strait in a last-ditch attempt to secure a foothold in France. After I sent the word of the incoming invasion to my superiors, I collected my things and drove toward the woods to join the French Resistance and make life miserable for the incoming Germans.
