tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483078846593263444.post7043563575137803622..comments2014-12-07T19:47:11.314-08:00Comments on Wasteland Wastrel: Settling Into Camping LifeInna Jane Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10854266557915554709noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483078846593263444.post-25936711795080137382010-05-09T09:57:18.603-07:002010-05-09T09:57:18.603-07:00Hi Inna,
Thanks for sharing the beautiful views of...Hi Inna,<br />Thanks for sharing the beautiful views of the snow-cloaked mountains, and congratulations on having acquired such a handsome and low maintenance animal companion. <br /><br />Camp living is definitely a skill. My grandparents and I used to camp and fish near the Kern River in a camper mounted on Grandpa's white Chevy truck. They slept in the camper and I had a green oiled-canvas pup-tent. I still can conjure up the waxy odor of that tent. <br /><br />In retrospect, I greatly appreciate my Grandmother's housekeeping skills in our neat-as-a-pin campsite. The meals were always wonderful--cooked on a Coleman stove. I recall river trout Grandpa and i would catch at the crack of dawn, rolled in cornmeal and fried in bacon fat. <br />Another breakfast specialty was warm baked apples wrapped in "tin foil" and covered in the dying embers of the evening fire. <br /><br />I had no idea how lucky I was. <br />Take care,<br />BonnieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com