Ah, the lure of the campfire, the tent with its screen windows open, the fresh smell of the outdoors next to the pit toilets, the ants seeking sanctuary in food bins, the spider crawling into the sleeping bag, the flies, the cute little chipmunks and ground squirrels scampering about, the racoon chewing through the trash bag or the plastic food containers mistakingly left out at night.
Hmmm, I see that I have conflicting memories of camping.
It is true that even the most basic of foods - the lowly, maligned hot dog - tastes divine when roasted on the end of a crudely fashioned stick. There is also nothing like the smell (and taste) of bacon frying at a campsite, the accompanying eggs-over-easy basted in bacon grease, the limp-but-tasty bread toasted on the fire grate. My family's favorite would be the can of Spam (talk about maligned meat!) sliced and 'grilled' over the campfire. Ummm, nothing like that!
What about the perverbial campfire favorite - the sommores - or however you choose to spell the treat. Gooey, dripping melted marshmallows covering milk chocolate squares, ensconsed in a blanket of graham crackers.
Camping is truly a 'sport' for everyone. You see tents, canvas lean-tos, pop-up campers, fifth wheelers, big RVs......everything under the sun for people to sleep in. You can eat whatever you want, whenever you want, and, pretty much however you want......with or without utensils. None of those people will ever see you again anyway!
Here's to campers everywhere!
Ancora imparo
