Lend a helping hand
We’ve had our morning coffee in the new pushmugs, and my “gut feeling” is that the Bodum doesn’t match this new camping standard. Good coffee is as necessary as a dry tent, in our circle.
The details in a camping trip are never completed on the first day, so after a short visit with the campground owner, we headed down to buy food, soap and newspapers. An early lunch at Greco Donair reassured our stomachs that good junk food is always welcome, no matter how low on the nutrition totem it sits.
We spent part of the afternoon at the local fire hall. Not a typical vacation hangout, but a friend had sent me a phone message that he needed assistance with a computer problem so it seemed like a good excuse to go for a visit.
The machine was a victim of Win98 fatigue, but a gentle reinstall put the ducks back in a row. The fire department has decided to use technology in a smart fashion, by creating a database of the hazards to be found at any given civic address, as well as a photo display of the hows and wheres. Should permit the sappers to face known rather than unknown conditions when they respond on a dark and stormy night. Kudos to all involved.
Supper was really late but good; new potatoes and pork. Cooking on a campstove in high winds is a patience-builder; the heat dissipates before it reaches the bottom of the pan, I believe. We opted for a cook shelter fire before bedtime; no need to test the mettle of the local firefighters with an out-of-control campfire.
