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My adventure today consisted of first trying to finish “Pure Heart, Enlightned Mind”. I’m starting to really enjoy…an amazing story…Instead of reading, Backdraft and I went on an excellent adventure. I got it up my butt to cook dinner for everyone in our roving circus. I decided upon spit roasting a leg of lamb with caramelized onions and peppers~with potatoes. So off to Ingles in Bryson City, NC we went. We got a ride fairly easy. We got let off about 3 miles from the grocery store. So down the road we walked. We had a nice general conversation. We noticed a produce stand, Fonzi’s Produce, which sold boiled peanuts. I wanted Zeke to try them-to experience the South. Instead we had York apples and a big wedge of cheddar-Yummy.
Hobo-ing is the way to go. We got to the store and bought stuff for a large salad, roast pork seasoned with cumin and red peppers, apple pie, ice cream, Cote du Rhone, sourdough bread-a wonderful feast. It took us 2 hours to get a ride back. One man missing teeth with a grizzled white beard kept passing us on a moped. My attempts almost became comic trying to get a ride from him. Finally a strange guy gave us a ride. We both were happy to be back. We drifted back to our delightful but sparse encampment we lovingly called “hobo island”. I tried to fish for trout (if you are a game warden, I am just kidding…). Backdraft built a very functional spit with a carved wood crank. We spit roasted the pork loin and delighted in the aromas…At dinner was Scoop (who is a hoot), Backdraft, Scatter, Mike, Circumcision, and myself. It was truly a divine evening. This is why I am traveling north~the comraderie is incredible. Whether you know people or not, it is a shared experience. Something as simple as a dinner party takes on new meaning. New friendships…
“have you seen Mr. Brown whispering voices, whispering choices, whispering voices.
They who want total control, always lose control.
They, who want everything, always lose everything…
They who want total control, always lose control.
Some always lose their soul for silver and gold,
Silver and gold of which I have none.”
~Beastie Boys
Papa John…
