A Hike, Some Tea and a Meal
Between work and family commitments, I’m not able to get out into the bush much at this point in my life. I have the oompa-loompas who are just getting large enough to enjoy such things. Mrs. Hotel is always game, but often has work weighing her down at home as well. Due to it being a long weekend here in the States, we decided to get out and hike, especially since the temps were around 40 degrees F. Mrs. Hotel planned on a walk into the woods, but Mr. Hotel, as usual, had more elaborate plans.
There is one thing that I love more than anything else. Tea in the woods. Doesn’t even have to be tea. Could just be a hot drink in the middle of nowhere on a cool day. I usually take honey and cream in my tea, but when I’m hiking, I like it black. The simplicity of it relaxes me.
So when Mrs. Hotel wasn’t looking, I packed my stove, kettle and some cups into our back pack. I also threw in a can of pasta and grabbed a piece of wire out of the shed. She was none the wiser, but did complain that the pack seemed heavier than it should be. Between my gear and everything me needed for the oompas, it was. My trick? I had a plastic sled and two inches of snow. That makes a heavy load lighter.
We hiked awhile and reached a beautiful little gully. I hung the pack and began to set up. The oompa loompas were ready for some play time and play they did.
This is what I like about the little stove. Here it is, lit, on the right side of the picture. It really is tiny and doesn’t emit a lot of smoke. A few people walked by on the trail (we were about 50 feet off to the side) and they didn’t notice it. Hardly and smoke and a flame small enough to hide behind a bush. The other thing I decided that I liked about the stove is that it is waterproof, to a point. I dropped it face down in the snow and because of the wax, it still lit just fine.
This is our decrepit old beagle-mutt. We never bring her along, but decided to today. She didn’t regret it and neither did we. She has a bad back leg because she was hit by a car when she was a year old. She’s 11 now and going gray in the face. None of that slowed her down today, which is quite abnormal for her. Sometimes I’ll walk her around the block. I try to do a second round and have to let her off the leash when we pass the house the first time. I keep walking and she runs up the road, sits on the porch and waits for me to come back.
Here I am using my p-58 can opener. I like the p-38 better. Believe it or not, this thing is razor sharp and pretty big. I’ve made it through airport security many times with it in my wallet. Makes you wonder what they really catch.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel……out.