Planning to heat stuff
We have plans. To go camping with son #2, for exactly. And all of our lives have evolved, from back when we camped as a young nuclear family. For example, cooking.
I never enjoyed cooling over a tiny wood fire in a campground. Inexact, and subject to climatic intemperies (we have a lot of those, around here). Ans as a result, we’ve added hardware to our collection. Not used often, but available.
You want a burger? Without passing through a drive-through, we can offer heat by propane, wood pellets, charcoal, electrical induction, white gas. Others that I have forgotten through omission. All capable of burning beef, in the open. Even in the rain, if things go downhill.
We’ll see. Bring a bakers’ dozen of methods, although I don’t promise to produce greasy donuts. The list has been presented, and now we wait to see what our collective menu decides is worthy.
This was a three dog day. Came close to adding #4, when our renovator stopped by to show his efforts to his father. We decided to keep it simple, so the big dog stayed in the truck, and we avoided turning the house into an adventure movie.
I happened to show off some of my family tree research to someone else (another visitor) who was unaware of just how deep the roots of my children run (grow?). I can no longer claim that the back story is simple. And without solid computer support, my story reverts to “Who’s your father?” No longer sufficient.
My coffee order arrived today (hurrah!). I’ve filled a dozen sacks for freezer storage, and did all my fills using a water tumbler. Old school!
