One day, I had a chance to connect with a part of me that I had not seen in a while. My younger sister, the only relative who lived in the same state as myself, offered to watch the kids over the weekend. I jumped at the chance. Soon it would be time to drop the children off at her apartment in the Avenue's, a historical and lovely area located in downtown, Salt Lake City. I was still packing for my little jaunt into the mountains. The 1987 Bronco, had the back seats pulled down to accommodate for everything I would need. Which wasn't much, I was a light packer when it came to camping. Also, I needed to save room for my fly-rod, float-tube, and waders. So, besides a sleeping bag, I mentally went down my checklist.
It was only an overnight trip, so I decided to bring a pair of black sweats to go beneath my waders, in addition to what I was currently wearing. Faded blue-jeans, black socks with white tennies, black tank beneath a white T-shirt and a grey sweater tied around my waist. My auburn hair, in a pony tail and tucked into a black baseball hat, and not a stitch of make-up on my face, was fine for me. I'm not going to a fashion show. If I were lucky enough, I wouldn't see another soul the whole time.
I packed my cooler with a few simple items. A gallon of frozen milk. I always used this technique to help keep other items in the cooler cold. In the morning, I could always drink the part that thawed, eaten with a package of Hostess powdered sugar donuts. I threw in a couple limes. They were going to be perfect to squeeze on the Rainbow Trout I was going to catch for dinner tonight. Sweet Corn in their husk. Tonight, I will throw them on the fire coals for dinner as well. That reminded me. A Duraflame log. I consider this a luxury. I would gather wood and make a pyramid of it in my fire pit, all on top of a chipped piece of Duraflame for easy starting. Back in the day, when I used to camp a lot, the whole log of Duraflame would last me nearly two seasons as a fire starter. Oh, and of course, a gallon of drinking water.
I then, threw a red frisbee in the back of the old Bronco for my dog, Jade. She will use this as her dog dish and share all of my food and water. At the time, I had read that if you feed your dog from a frisbee it teaches them easier to catch the frizbee in play. My dog, Jade, a Black-Lab and Blue-Healer mix, never did catch on to the frizbee game, so I'm not sure how well that technique actually works. But, she was a hell of a companion, up there in the mountains. I thought this as she stood there, big grin on her face and tail wagging....