We've signed up for the upcoming o-musubi camping expedition in Mendocino later this month. Supposedly it's "plush car camping" which means that your car is located within walking distance of your campsite. OK, but I just learned this. For a second I thought it meant that you camp out of your car. Or maybe that there is a drive-in deli on the premises? Or a spa in the middle of the wilderness?
Yes, I'm a pretty inexperienced camper. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been camping. When I was young, my family never went on camping trips, and I've never been to summer camp. My mom's idea of camping was letting my brother and I put our sleeping bags out on the deck. We slept under the stars on air mattresses. We camped not under the light of the moon but rather the glow of the lights from the dining room table. The closest I came to summer camp was watching "Little Darlings." Somehow, watching the misadventures of a young Kristy McNichol never satisfied my summer camp bug.
Other than skiing trips, my family's outdoors outings always had a specific purpose--plucking out a delicacy from either the mountains or the sea. We'd hike into the Cascade Mountains for matsutake mushrooms, graze for razor clams at Ocean Shores, pull up crab traps in Anacortes, or dig up butter-clams in the San Juan islands. The best part of those non-camping experiences was the lunches. My mom always packed the typical Hawai'i fare: spam musubi, corned beef hash patties, green onion/shoyu-sugar egg, portuguese sausage, passion guava juice, etc. At the end of those days, we always headed home. No tents, no campfires, no s'mores by the fire...
Well, I did go on one proper camping trip with my roommates in college, though I "don't recall" much of that weekend (read: wild mushrooms and really great brownies) So here's the big camping question, will it be a "Free Range Misty" weekend? We here at pennylane productions are not decided on this point. We know the Tubular One would love to camp with her pack. She'd have all the dirt to dig, tennis balls to fetch, people to greet, and various foliage to sniff. For dogs, camping with their humans is like Christmas, birthdays, and New Year's all put together. We're hoping she'll be up for it, but she's really starting to show her age : (
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and i just learned that there are no outlets at this camp site. which raises really critical questions about the all important kitchen appliance---the Rice Cooker. how is an omusubi trip going to function without a rice cooker? it's looking grim.
indeed!
i suppose we can make rice the Survivor way--boiling water over fire? i'm visualizing soggy spam musubi. hey,we could shoot for jook instead?
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