Notes from off the Grid
Some notes from a journal while we were traveling last week...
On a windy morning, without electricity, a fire grill, or a kettle, I achieved... coffee!
I am a true fucking woodsman.
Then James made bacon and eggs in the same pot. Let me tell you bacon over an open fire is damn fine breakfast. Tastes like victory.
I have mastered toast. I make civilisation!
Note to future self: Wee woodland creatures do not like cranberries. They think they do. But then they leave wee piles of cranberry barf all over the place. (I left them some blueberries as an apology.)
Wednesday 10 AM
Question: Can I have a beer yet?
Answer: Are they cold yet?
Yes.
Being without power doesn't make you powerless; it makes you creative. We are nothing if we are not resourceful.
Yes, this is me wearing Crocs. No, they are not mine. You have never been more sexed up.
Wednesday 8PM (driving into town to buy sugar pie)
Question: Can I take my wine with me? Do they let you drive with wine in Quebec?
Answer: O_o
Le disappoint.
I am in love with this sky.