We have started a new tradition of at least weekly spending an evening out in the woods. The evening typically includes Mickey's amazing cheeseburgers, drinks and smokes, and bannock, along with the radio and great conversation. Bannock is an idea Mick brought along from Boy Scouts -- our current recipe is Betty Crocker's rich crescent rolls, wrapped around a stick and cooked over the coals, though next time I'll try less sugar and more butter. This week's radio included Wait Wait Don't Tell Me (an NPR news game show that we really enjoy), Selected Shorts (short stories read aloud), and a debate about affirmative action. In between forays through the surrounding woods to keep us safe from chipmunks and zombies, Yarrow enjoyed overcooked hamburger buns (overcooked while Mick was fixing me a drink, oops!) dipped in beef grease. It is nice to be far enough away from the house not to be able to hear the phone ring or the animals complain (at least the complaints are distant enough not to be annoying). And it is nice to be close enough to the house that we can walk to our private spot in the woods.
It didn't occur to me to take any pictures this last weekend until we were on our way back, but this might give you at least a little bit of an idea of our evening. Mick tows our supplies in the garden cart -- we're getting better at packing; I don't think we forgot anything this week.
And the contents of the cart:
We couldn't believe it, but Maynar slept through the entire bumpy ride back home!
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