Home, chaotic home. 10.15.16 Kayak-camping on Shea Island (just us geeks) after paddling from home, slightly-more-organized home, 20NM away. A late start and high winds made the slogging tough—and our sleeping bags that much cozier.
There’s order in the universe. Did you know that you can tell the air temperature just by listening? All you need are crickets! They slow down in autumn (like the rest of us), but their chirps are spot on. Here’s how we knew the nighttime temperature outside our tent was 45°F:
To convert cricket chirps to degrees Fahrenheit Count number of chirps in 14 seconds then add 40 to get temperature. (Example: 30 chirps + 40 = 70° F)
To convert cricket chirps to degrees Celsius Count number of chirps in 25 seconds, divide by 3, then add 4 to get temperature. (Example: 48 chirps ÷ 3 + 4 = 20° C)
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Think this is my favorite post of all your delightful posts. Crickets as weather forecasters? Awesome!
Hey, Pete. Thanks for your high praise, my friend! I hope you’re well and getting outdoors. Lemme know if your local crickets cooperate 🙂
Terrific sunrise photos, guys!
And amazing fact about the temperature-reading crickets! I wonder if it applies to South African crickets as well – I’m going to try it as soon as I can!
Oooh, you must tell us how it goes!!! 🙂 🙂 We will certainly reblog your report. Any photos of South African crickets?
I will try to get some!
We look forward to it!!!!
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Looks like an amazing trip! 🙂
Thank you, Inger. It can’t compare with yours, however — oh my, you two do get around! We loooove the post about orcas! Let’s stay in touch 🙂 🙂
What a wonderful evening atmosphere in these pictures! Thanks for sharing.
Hi, Pit! Thank you. Hope you’re well in TX. What’s the cricket forecast? 🙂 🙂
All’s well here, and I don’t hear crickets chirping any more.
Have a great week,
Beautiful shots! Looks like a great trip!
Thank you so much! It was a great trip, but with a bad headwind for 20 miles… well, that made it “memorable” in a not-so-good way, lol. How are your travels? J&A
Isn’t autumn’s solitude priceless? We had a disappointing October but November so far is golden, quiet days paddling in the company of birds (and a mink) and no end in sight, and almost nothing in the way of wake.
Uh-oh — duck season opens Saturday. Let me not think on’t.
A mink?? We’d love to see one NOT worn on shoulders… Here’s to the end of duck hunting season. Like, no more duck hunting. How are you two? J&A