WARNING: This blog post isn’t really about the food
Guess what that means?
Super scrumptious food
I should probably take a minute (or an entire blog post) to explain why these seemingly normal things are so incredibly awesome.
I really should.
Maybe I will.
Alright here’s my spiel…
I just spent one of the most amazing weeks of my life in the Green Mountains in Vermont. What was I doing there? Trail Maintenance of course! Camp Chingachgook (ching-a-cook) my absolute favorite summer camp of all time has these amazing Adventure Trips every summer. The newest trip combined community service AND hiking, it was like they made the trip just for me :) I jumped up and down for a quite a while before I left on Sunday because I was bursting with I-can’t-wait-to-go-maintain-trails-enthusiasm (I’m not sure if you knew but I tend to be a very excited person, tehehe). The trip consisted of my two counselors, four guys, and me. It was epic, it was awesome, and I’m not sure I can handle any more testosterone ever again.
There are now only two more things left to do in this blog post.
Thing One: Tell you what on earth this has to do with food.
It does, it really does, I promise! I began writing this post with the intention of merely telling you about camping food and all of its glory. But, once again, I got distracted by the amazingness of life and have started a very long ramble that I disguise as a “blog post”.
Thing Two: I will give you a day-by-day description of my life in the woods for the past week. If you like the wilderness you are going to be soooooo jealous, and if you don’t…well…you may think I belong in an asylum (which I may anyways but that’s beside the point).
After arriving and discovering that I was once again the only girl camper on the trip (I SURVIVED! And actually had a lot of fun chilling with the crazy guys) we proceeded to play every run-around-screaming-and-laughing-and-falling-on-the-ground-game imaginable. I’m not kidding. It was awesome. And then we had spaghetti for dinner.
We awoke at 5:30 a.m. (no one was happy about it) to begin our journey to Vermont. We slept the entire car ride. Once we arrived we hiked the ½ mile in to where we would be making camp. We set up our tents, a “kitchen”, and then ate lunch by a gorgeous stream. Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jelly or hummus and cheese sandwiches every single day. I will not be upset if I don’t get any more for quite some time. After lunch we hiked the 2.5 mile trail we would be maintaining.
Days Three and Four:
After breakfast of eggs and rehydrated hash browns *shudder* and the next day a “scramble” (That was supposed to have been coffee cake…needless to say a few things went wrong. What should have been fluffy and cut into slices was gummy and uh edible. I think.) The rest of the day was spent maintaining the trails. Just for reference giving four over tired and delirious boys Swedish Brush Axes and saws and clippers the size of my arm is PROBABLY NOT THE BEST IDEA.
This should never be given to a 16 year old boy to use at his discretion!
But we all survived and the only injury received was during a vigorous game of sharks and minnows where my counselor decided to ramm into the fence and then dive bombing the ground was a good idea. He was wrong. So after clearing brush and small trees, hiking all day, and getting covered in dirt we were all hungry. On Tuesday we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows (and the guys tried to eat two full cans of chocolate frosting, which was not a good idea, we weren’t allowed to mention chocolate for the rest of the trip). On Wednesday we had mac ‘n cheese. Which was really quite tasty…that is until it was turned into an eating contest and the guys were consuming their fourth bowls at lightning speed. I’m not sure I want children. I don’t think I can watch that.
Thursday was epic. Beyond epic. I mean all of the days were epic and there are not enough blogs in the world with room for their epic-ness, and Thursday was just OH MY GOSH CRAZYYYYY!! There were leeches that could stretch to 6 inches longs, 1 inch newts we found in a puddle, moose tracks, elk tracks, and the most amazing hike ever! We had finished one trail and moved on to the Long Trail (which includes part of the Appalachian Trail). On the Long Trail we found a lookout where you sat on an outcrop of rocks and had a view of the entire state of Vermont. It was magical. It was kind of hazy so everything looked like it was covered in mist, and the different shades of green were so vibrant and alive that no picture can show their beauty (even though I tried, multiple times).
Hey There Vermont!
Welcome to Paradise!
This was a pond we hiked to.
It was also on this day that the Duck Song came into full swing. For those of you who have not heard it, I have placed a link below. But you have been warned, what you hear cannot be unheard, so feel free to blame me if you can NEVER EVER GET THIS SONG OUT OF YOUR HEAD NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY (and yet I still highly recomend listening)!
At about 4 o’clock we returned to camp and the thunder began. And a few minutes later the rain. And then the lightning. But it wasn’t until after that that the craziness began. The guys got bored. Their tent was approximately ten feet away from mine. And apparently the only logical thing to do in the middle of a thunderstorm when you are bored is to not leave me alone. During the next THREE HOURS I may have lost my non-existent sanity. It started out with them singing the duck song. Except instead of ordering grapes the duck ordered Marley. Huh? Then Mike decided he wanted to serenade me, so for the next five minutes he attempted to sing “Grenade” by Bruno Mars. It was really cute. But then they got bored again. So they started playing cards. And being foolish, I thought all was well. I was wrong. One of them escaped from their tent and started shaking mine. I screamed. Really loudly. I should probably take this moment to apologize to the people of the world whose eardrums I broke, so sorry! After that everything was quiet. Suspiciously quiet. I should have known that it wouldn’t last long. From about 6 to 10 p.m. (with maybe a one hour break for dinner, which was watery couscous-the food so nice they named it twice- cooked and eaten in darkness and pouring rain) they screamed “Marley and Me” at the top of their lungs at five minute intervals. Then continued the next morning. Wahoo.
Despite all the screaming and despite the fact that I played the same card game fifty times over, my camp mates were amazing and I had the time of my life. Not the food of my life however. According to my counselor, peanut butter, turkey, and mayonnaise, are a tasty combination. I disagree. Thankfully my house is all about food, and I’m home. And yet somehow I miss those crazy people already!
Heating water for hot cocoa!
Cooking smashed potatoes on the camp fire!
This is where we kept our filtered water from the stream.
Live, laugh, love, bake, hike,
MARLEY AND MEEEEEEEEE