People often ask us what we eat when we travel. The easiest answer is “whatever we want.” It seems our tiny space and one burner stove might be limiting. Not at all!
We are stocked with a snack bag in the car. Various nuts, pretzels, chocolates, fruit & veggies, and ginger chews. And a smallish cooler charged by our car battery as we go. I can reach back and grab a green drink or chunk of Gouda, pimento cheese for rice crackers. Basically, a moveable feast.
We don’t eat many “meals”, but enjoy random grazing. We eat well and healthy most of the time so when we find a local restaurant with lots of cars we eat whatever the locals are eating. And totally give ourselves over to greasy fingers or scattered bread crumbs.
Today I want to find smoked fish. I LOVE smoked fish. My mouth starts watering just thinking about those little foil packets at the roadside stand. You can keep your boiled peanuts, thank you very much. But bring on the smoked fish! Maybe we’ll find some today. If not I can be quite content with another tomato and cucumber sandwich. Or oatmeal and fresh berries. Or even a hard boiled egg from that chicken we met a few miles back
This morning we read that being creative is the ability to apply our most unique self to whatever we do. Hmmm, a nice thought to ponder. So when I cook in our campsite it is joyfully creative. And when I eat locally it is an adventure. And when I reach into the back seat to grab an apple to munch while wondering how many shades of blue can be found in the sky stretching out before me, I am not just feeding my body. I am re-fueling my soul.
And from Steve.
Live Bait..a Canadian Horror story
Debbie half squatted in the cow pasture at twilight when instantly she was swarmed by mosquitoes. she flapped her skirt wildly. yet still managed to stay squatted.
As she told me later“ I finished my business with great composure.”
When Debbie finished ,she shouted, QUICK we have to get in the camper and she jumped in. Trying to hurry I managed to jump in on top of her and she screamed in pain.
To our chagrin we realized that the swarm of mosquitoes had joined us in the camper. They were everywhere ….our clothing our hands our faces.
This was a dinner party for 50 and we were dinner. Thirty minutes later the walls and sheets and pillows of our tiny abode were spotted with blood. THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING. As we laid there unable to sleep we pondered. Where did we go wrong. Our first HipCamp. The price was right. The amenities fit our needs. As we drove in the gate the rusted out farm equipment and broken down cars could have been a clue. The fire pit flattened by a mower could have been a clue. The 5 minute bumpy drive through a cow pasture to ”the site” should have been a clue. “Don’t mind the coyotes” she said “they’re just happy they caught a rabbit. And we just have one bear who comes by on Wednesday afternoons”. And her final words, “I’ll bring you a poop bucket after dinner. And oh yeah, the mosquitoes are brutal after 9:00 pm….Ask us about our visit to THE FARM WITH EVERYTHING.
Steve & Debbie’s Grand Adventure 