dry camping

steve’s middle name is spelled G-R-A-N-T but it’s pronounced ‘trouble’

People are losing their minds over Max pocketing a bottle of wine, but I’m willing to bet $10 he takes one sip and spits it out and chucks the bottle out somewhere.


Boondocking A.K.A. dry-camping

I noticed while scouting out future campsites to move to in the west, there are a lot more dry-camping places, meaning there are no water or electrical hook-ups at the RV sites. They may have a water-station and wastewater dump, but some places won’t even have that. So you have to know in advance and come prepared with a full water supply and empty sewer tanks. These places usually still have water spigots (not always) and pit toilets. You must also have a generator or solar panels (will need both on cloudy days) if you hope to survive with any lights at night or to charge your electronics. The refrigerator can fortunately run on propane gas, which is how it stays cold while in transit between sites. The stove and oven are both gas as well. We bought a good Honda generator and we can recharge the batteries, run all our electronics with the exception of A/C, and we can use our microwave if we keep it under 80% power. We just become much more conservative with water-usage and power. This is how we were able to camp near the Grand Canyon for two whole weeks - the campground was in Kaibab National Forest and we only paid $10/night! The view was so peaceful and many elk wandered by.

Our neighbors had quite a surprise visit - notice that two of the campers are sleeping in a red and a blue hammock, right where the elk decided to walk between! They were sleeping the whole time and didn’t even know they had a visitor until I texted them these photos. A few of us spectators were giggling the whole time taking our photos.

Some Rain Must Fall

Alistair and his fellow warden end up caught out in the middle of a rather fierce rainstorm and must find shelter in the forest until it blows over.

Alistair x Surana (pre-relationship, fluff, pining, adorable)

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The camp was a small, inconsequential journey away from the river.  They had learned early in their travels that setting up too close to a fast-moving river could disguise the sounds of anyone wishing to attack them in the darkness of night.  Thus, it was necessary to send a group to carry water back each night.  The two Wardens always seemed to volunteer when the job was proposed.

Alistair crested the hill, adjusting the skins full of water over his shoulder so they did not cut into his muscles as deep.  The younger Warden beside him was struggling with her own burden.  She had insisted on carrying her own fair share and was now finding the task more than she had fathomed.

He slowed his pace until he felt as if he were walking on top of his own feet.

A bag slipped and dropped off her shoulder again, tripping her up and almost sending her sprawling to the ground if he had not caught her by the arm.

She threw the rest to the ground with a scowl, kicking at the side of the one that had fallen first. It rolled over, bloated with water, but did not further protest her mistreatment of it.

He dropped his cache beside her own and flopped onto the ground, leaning back on his arms with a theatrical groan.  He stretched his legs out, imagining he was back at camp and could free his feet from the confines of his boots.

“I was hoping you’d call a break,” he remarked without preamble.

He kept his eyes fixed on the sky, watching his pouting companion from only from the corner of his vision.  It was best to let her be when she was frustrated like this.  She stared at him, the anger ebbing from her tense shoulders. Finally, she sat beside him, curling her legs beneath her with a hefty sigh.

Their reprieve was short. The wind picked up, kicking leaves and other detritus into their hair and eyes.  A bundle of somber grey clouds sailed over the horizon of trees like a fleet of dark ships.  The sun was hidden in their wake, casting unnatural shadows over the landscape below.

Alistair pointed out over the tree line, shielding his eyes with a forearm from the wind.  “Looks like a storm is coming in.  We’d better get back.”

He hopped to his feet and began gathering up their baggage, taking a few extra than before and hoping she would not chide him for it.

“It looks pretty wicked up there.”  He gave himself a little chuckle, crossing the straps so they would not slide off his back.  “I wonder if Morrigan is going to fly around inside of it?”

There was no reply. He glanced back over his shoulder. Astaria had not moved from the spot she had plopped down on earlier.  She was transfixed with the storm that was encroaching on them with frightening speed, her head turned up to the sky in wonder.

He called her name, drawing out some of the syllables to make it into a little song to gain her attention.

She looked up at him and stood, a little sheepish at her wool gathering, but hesitated in picking anything up.  The clouds distracted her again, drawing her gaze out over them as they boiled in the atmosphere above them.

“Could we stay, Alistair?” She gestured out with an open hand, as if trying to convince him of the majesty of the scene.  “I’d really like to see it.”

The wind whistled up the hill to them and the smallest spattering of drops fell against his forehead. He shifted, glancing from her to the storm and back.  He found himself with an agreeance on his tongue, even while his head warned that the clouds looked like the beginnings of something serious.

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Today my family went to a water park, but my grandma has a phobia of water so she stayed behind. We (my cousins and sisters and I) had left both TABINOF and DAPGO on her table for the day to keep them dry (we were camping). When we got back to her after the water park we were sitting around the table and this happened:

Gma: “Have you met those two guys…Dan and Paul?”
*reaches for DAPGO*
“Oh Dan and Phil, they go around to theaters and preform.”

Cousins and I : *confused but answering anyway*
“No… their tour was last year and we sadly missed it.”

Gma: “Oh that’s too bad, they’re pretty funny guys. I like their humor”

Cousins and I: “Yeah! They’re pretty great.”

*few minutes later, one of my cousins is reading DAPGO*

Gma: “When you guys were gone I saw the book and flipped to a random page, after seeing it I thought I might as well start at the beginning. I got to about page 100.”

Cousins and I: *trying to stay calm bc omg* “Oh that’s cool.”

Gma: “It was funny when they were talking about the Midwest and how there’s nothing there, what did they say about the corn?”
(We live in the Midwest btw)

My cousin: *is on that page coincidentally* “Oh it was that they were confused about why there’s so much corn and they called it a corn-spiracy.”

Gma: *laughs* “Oh yes, that’s so funny”

Basically after that we just explained their YouTube career and their lives.
So yeah that happened and my cousins/sisters and I and still freaking out.

UPDATE: a week later she ended up watching tatinof and the story of tatinof with us… she loved it.


Éomer is very physical. Living among a warrior people and knowing from early age he’s going to follow in the steps of his father the First Marshal, it’s a good thing this is something that comes to him naturally. He enjoys the feeling of being on the move, whatever it may entail at the time, and if he’s forced to stay in one place for too long, he becomes impatient and twitchy. He usually walks fast and his stride is long, and he often needs to remind himself to adjust his pace in order to let shorter people keep up with him. 

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Images from cycling atop the salt crust of Bolivia’s gargantuan Salar de Uyuni – and the more petite but perfectly formed Salar de Coipasa. 

My prevailing memories: squinting into the blinding, sparkly midday light. Feeling crispy skin crinkle ever-so-dry. Pitching camp on a bleached white canvas. Seasoning dinner with the ground I’m sitting on. Awakening in the morning to a glow of lavender light.

And above all, closing my eyes, and just riding…


We found plenty “Pleurotus Ostreatus”, Oyster Mushroom in Fulton county, Ga. December 20th 2013

Oyster mushrooms belong to the genus Pleurotus. The common oyster mushroom widely available in supermarkets. However, all species of the genus are edible. If you have often purchased them, you will easily recognize them. They grow on dead snags or fallen trees, preferring deciduous species such as beech or poplar. They usually emerge from the side of the wood, forming overlapping shelves.

They have a firm but soft texture. A distinctive trait and key to identification is their decurrent gills, which means the gills run onto the stem, rather than stopping at the stem as in typical mushrooms. There is no ring or sac around the stem. The top of the cap has no warts or scales. The flesh is white, creamy or light brown.

Their delicate texture and flavour deserves special recognition in my opinion. Sauté them in a little butter, nothing else. I could eat a whole plate of them. Oyster mushrooms produce statins, which stimulate the liver to get rid of LDL cholesterol, so this delicacy is good for cardiovascular health.

Now that the #mushrooms are dry we will have that beautiful sweet woodsy flavor to add to any #recipe for months to come.

The Expedition. (Closed)

The storm had been raging for a good hour now. Marco had taken off his Elven plate to get to his actual shirt and put it by their makeshift fire to dry. The camp that he and Dhun had made was hasty and more of a necessity rather than something functional. They had managed to find a cave and they could both see how hard the rain poured.

 "Seems like someone is against us making way towards Abernath Tul. This rain…it feels almost unnatural. As if someone placed the clouds here. Or maybe I’m just paranoid.“ He sighed and took his sword belt off and laid the antique next to his plate. “You know, no one’s set foot in that city since the Scourge happened. It’s stood for hundreds of years and not one soul has had the balls to go through it.”

  Dhun felt a familiar voice penetrate his psyche, “Yes and with good reason. The people of that city committed an atrocity and the gods struck them down for it. Watch the boy as you two traverse this city. It’s corruption and filth permeates the air.


Campfire cooking with old cast iron is one of my favorite ways to eat. I told jagdhunde, “I eat better when I’m in the woods than I do when I’m at home!” and I wasn’t joking. At home, I prettymuch consume college dorm food all the time (everything is also slathered in a hot sauce. So much hot sauce…) unless I’m going out to eat with my housemates. 

I’m not sure exactly what it is about campfire cooking that suddenly turns me into a culinary fanatic - perhaps the creative resourcefulness of having a limited supply source, or the fact that time goes much slower in the wilds than it does at home. Maybe it’s simply that, in the woods, good food is a perfect luxury. 

I have no idea. But here are some of the dishes we cooked:

1) Steak cooked in bacon grease with sliced mushrooms.

2) Yams simmered in beer and sweet garlic BBQ sauce. 

3) More steak cooked in the leftover beer/BBQ sauce from the yam dish, with onions added.  

For drinks, we had coffee and raspberry Arizona tea. 

The night before, we had: 

1) Bacon and mushrooms cooked in bacon grease.

2) Beer-battered chicken legs (a personal favorite!).

3) Roasted red apples with sweet BBQ garlic sauce.

And lavender dry soda for drinks.


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Riding at High Elevation

For the last couple of days we have been riding our final miles through the San Juan Mountain Range of the Rocky Mountains. Since we last updated, we rode through the many steep short mountains of the Ozarks. There, with minimal services available, we made our way through the rugged terrain and dealt with the psychological effects of the ever present and biting horse flies with which we shared the road and campsites. We have ridden across Northern Oklahoma, including the Panhandle, in an essentially straight line at a gradual 1-3 % grade. We learned how valuable access to water is, how tough it is to survive in such a desolate land, and how generous and kind the remaining residents are. We give Oklahoma our respect and are grateful for all of the friendly people who welcomed us into their homes for water. We learned how difficult it is for us to ride in deep sand, something on our minds as we head into the San Rafael Swell in Utah, just as Oklohoma mud was a concern when we were in Mississippi. We “vacationed” in New Mexico for less than 100 miles, where the change of scenery, geography, and prevalence of operational windmill driven water pumps, made for easy and entertaining riding. Into Colorado with a lot of momentum, where new types of food, abundant opportunities for espresso, awe inspiring scenery, ideal road conditions, interesting culture, mountains, water and trees sucked us in and slowed us down. The mountain climbs and weather have so far been generous to us, with few exceptions.

The first being our first major high elevation climb on the route to St. Charles Peak, located in the Wet Mountain range in the Southern Rocky Mountain System. In our observation, the climbs we have done that go over 10,500 ft. typically offer difficulty of a sort related to varying combinations of the road conditions, temperature, and physical effects on the body. The bulk of our riding in Colorado has been at an elevation of 7,000 to 10,000 feet, so when we climb from circa 8,000 to over 10,500, that’s typically a big deal for us. The length and distance of a climb are also crucial. On paper, St. Charles Peak looked like a moderate climb of 4,100 ft gain in 25 miles, ultimately reaching a peak elevation of 11,200 feet. We started our ride that day with a hilly 35 mile warm up from La Veta. By the time we stuffed our bellies with good eats from the Wild Flower cafe in Gardner, it was 3 p.m. Our goal was to climb and set camp at lower elevations on the other side by dark. As the story always seems to go, the climb was much harder than expected, took much longer, and required us to improvise. We had been spoiled by the smooth fast roads through Colorado to this point so when our route turned onto a sandy ATV trail and our giddy initial enthusiasm for a change of terrain wore off, we started noticing the effect of the many short steep descents. We had assumed there would be a more constant grade while climbing. What we encountered was sharp descents, steep climbs, and very infrequent periods of low intensity cycling. We had expected to be moving much faster than we were, and after many hours of pedaling (sometimes walking, in my case) we reached the top of the mountain, just as the sun was setting. We had no idea what the descent would be like, other than it was 10 miles, but we have a preference for setting camp in the light, so we decided to set camp where we were, at the top. This was only our third day in Colorado, and our first day riding anywhere above 9,000 ft, so choosing to sleep at 11,200 ft was pushing our luck. We were both physically well and had carried enough water to the top with us to camp without access to a water source (we call this dry camping). We set camp, built a fire, and quickly put it out (to be continued…), ate dinner, put on all of our clothes and enjoyed a relatively good nights rest, lit up by billions of stars in a clear black sky. This climb set the bar of difficulty, and from then on we started taking a different approach to riding through Colorado, one that is defined by shorter distances, more rest, and a more micro-based analysis of the statistical information of each mountain climb.

So, we carried on, spending time in more towns than we had planned, spending more money than we would have liked, but overall enjoying the trip. When the trail challenges us most, we often, shortly thereafter, find reward.

We took a day off in Salida where we realized how much we missed other cyclists and spent most of our time getting to know and talking bikes with Chris and Harry, who traveled from the UK to ride the Colorado Trail.

From Salida we rode our first major pass, Marshall Pass, and crossed over the Continental Divide. The weather, the colors, and the terrain seemed to simultaneously change upon our descent into Sargents. We were also entering Gunnison National Forest, notorious for being “big country,” as a local put it, refering to the vast, desolate land, cooler moist temperatures, and ever present winds. We spent three days, and two nights riding the 133 mile route from Salida to Lake City. Living up to its reputation, the weather we experienced was grey, wet, and windy, offering long slow days in the saddle, cold restless evenings, and later starting mornings. We pushed ahead, knowing that Lake City and all of its majestic beauty lie ahead. Sure enough, on our final day, the sun came out, warming us up, and illuminating the brilliant change in the fall foliage. We enjoyed a rugged and colorful ride up Slumgullion Pass (11,200 ft. elevation), and a speedy twisting descent into Lake City where we would fill our bellies and rest up to tackle our most challenging high elevation climbs over Engineer Pass and Imogene Pass.

One thing is sure, the deeper into this route we get, the more difficult the terrain becomes, and everything we have done along the way prepares us mentally and physically for the next big challenge. Since the first day of researching this route, we learned that these high elevation mountain passes would be some of the most difficult terrain features we would experience on the entire route. The technical, steep riding we did through the Ozarks, the mental challenge of riding across Oklahoma, and the gradual introduction to Colorado’s Rocky Mountains have all played an integral role in training us for these mountain passes. We tackled the passes one day at a time, back-to-back. Our experience went a little like this…

Engineer Pass

Total distance from Lake City to Ouray: 35 miles

Elevation gain in 18 miles: 4,300 feet

Peak elevation: 13,000 feet

The road conditions of the 18-mile climb were smooth and easy, allowing us to soak up the views of crystal clear, trout filled streams, the remnants of old mining operations, and incredibly colorful mountainscapes. We took our time, stopping to snap a photo and to explore. As we rode closer to the top, the grade grew steeper, but was manageable. Now that I think back on all the times I have been at high elevation, I have not been so high as 13,000 ft., especially not on a bicycle. To have ridden our bicycles there, not only just from Lake City, but from the coast of North Carolina, inspired an emotion inside of me that is hard to describe. We are travelling over a continent experiencing drastic cultural and geological change at a slow enough pace to experience a level of immersion, but quickly enough to experience the shock of differences. The descent from Engineer Pass was drastically different. Technical, steep, rocky terrain swept us downhill. Many sections were so complex that we paused to evaluate potential lines of travel that we would take. Once again, I put my feet to work, by hiking down some sections I wasn’t willing to risk, while Tom conquered what appeared to be impossible. We had fun all the way and enjoyed the hell out of the terrain, putting all of our equipment to the test and coming out relatively unscathed (with the exception of a small, impact related {Tom} sidewall cut, and our first flat in 3,000 miles).

Imogene Pass

Total distance from Ouray to Telluride: 18 miles

Elevation gain in 9 miles: 5,000 feet

Peak elevation: 13,200 feet

Imogene Pass was a different story. I remember when we were in Salida, I was showing Harry the statistics of our upcoming climbs. I got to Imogene’s statistics and we looked at eachother perplexed. Those numbers can’t be right, I thought, I must have done the math wrong. I also recall saying something along the lines of, “If we had to go up Engineer Pass, the way we went down, I don’t think we would have been able.” We knew what was ahead, we knew it had taken motorbikes two hours to go 20 miles, but we weren’t talking about it. What’s the use? Well… After we had gone 1.5 miles in almost one hour, reality set in and we knew that this climb and descent would likely take us more time than the day prior, at half the distance. Why? It was steep, rocky, and loose (a lot like the descent of Engineer Pass. The higher up we got, the more we walked. Some sections were so steep our feet could not retain traction so we used our bikes and brakes as leverage. We put our Teva sandals on and hiked in those for a while. On one occasion, while pushing up a steep slope, Tom lost his footing, and dropped his bike. This was tough, but there were plenty of people around us in 4WD off-road vehicles to laugh at us, cheer us on, and comiserate with the seeming insanity of what we were doing. We made it through and being over 13,000 ft. in elevation with your bicycle does not get old. The descent was much like Engineer, only steeper, which meant some walking, but considerably less than the way up. Despite it’s difficulty, we have grown fond of high mountain riding and the views don’t suck either!

That’s it for now! We took a day of in Telluride and stayed with hosts who have generously allowed us to stay in their home while they are away. It happens that Telluride’s Blues and Brews festival is occurring now, which we have been able to enjoy from their balcony. Thank you Max and Hillary!
We hit the road again tomorrow as we make our way to Moab, Utah!

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Generation of Miracles

Akashi Seijurou: Akashi would be wondering for days what he would do while out camping with you, and suggested doing a variety of activities to make the day memorable. The two of you kayak down around a rather large lake that’s near your campsite, racing across the lake a few times before settling down to watch the sunset from on the water. When your kayak accidentally gets turned over he rushes to check up on you, shocked as you easily turn his over too and leave him soaked alongside you. Heading back to camp to dry up, you both change into pajamas as you settle down and talk about the activities you were most interested in trying next. Akashi stays in his area perfectly while sleeping next to you, appearing unperturbed by the fact you were sleeping so closely; he wakes up early the next morning and leans over to watch you sleep for a bit, stroking your cheek lovingly before he returns to his position while you’re none the wiser. 

Aomine Daiki: Aomine would love the idea of camping with you, having a hundred activities in mind as he used to go out in the mountains a lot as a child. He wouldn’t wear a shirt most of the time, making you question whether or not he was going caveman on you, but you happily follow him through his adventures as he opens up about his childhood and tells you stories of him (and occasionally Momoi) exploring the mountainous areas and the adventures that were had. He had you both worn out with the constant hiking by the end of the day, cradling you in his arms as you sit in front of the fire and silently enjoy each other’s company while you eat your dinner. He would curl up close to you in the tent, not embarrassed at being so close to you, and using the cold night air as an excuse to get as close as possible.

Kise Ryouta: Kise wasn’t entirely enthusiastic about being pulled out into nature where there was mud, and worse, earth worms, but spending time with you was an opportunity he didn’t want to pass up. He tries to bare with it, enjoying the fresh air and getting to see the sun rise and set with you by his side, liking the romantic feel of being alone together with not a soul around. He worries about the animals stealing away your food at night and finds it hard to sleep on the ground, but would summarize the experience as being fun (though he wouldn’t be able to keep up the happy facade if you suggested going again). He would rest his head on your chest and try to ignore the sounds of bugs fluttering around outside, using your heartbeat as a lullaby.

Kuroko Tetsuya: Kuroko agrees to go with you as he did like to appreciate nature and animals, though he didn’t have the stamina for long hikes in the woods.  He would like to just idly sit around and chat with you, finding there are quite a bit of problems as you both try (and fail, initially) to properly set up a tent or a fire pit that didn’t quickly catch one of your bags of food on fire. You both find it easy to laugh off the bad things, though, and sit by the river with your feet in it as you question whether you should fish, or if a shark would suddenly pop up and carry one of you away. Kuroko would feel a bit shy about being so close to you, and would try to keep his distance, though he’d reach over to touch your hand to reassure himself that you’re still there.

Midorima Shintarou: Midorima, seeing it as his chance to get to know you on a more personal level, would agree to go camping with you (though he looks up his lucky items beforehand and buys them before you go to the wilderness). He doesn’t seem to mind nature, shooing animals and bugs away with ease, though he does mention he anticipates nighttime more than anything. He scouts out a spot during the day, marking it clearly so he could find it later, and dragging you out as you sleepily state you want to sleep. He lays with you under the stars, pointing out constellations until your head lolls against his shoulder and you fall asleep. Midorima is stiff as he sleeps, afraid that he may toss and turn and disrupt your sleep; when you roll over and get too close for comfort he doesn’t get a wink of sleep, even more worried about invading your personal space.

Murasakibara Atsushi: Murasakibara seems a bit apprehensive to the idea of spending nights in the wild, especially since there was a chance they could steal away your food, and he shared with no one, not even a cute rabbit. He grows more used to the idea the more you brought it up to him, wondering how you’d fit in the same tent together but otherwise just following along with what you wanted and relying on you to gather everything together. His favorite part of the trip is sitting beside you in front of a roaring fire, making s’mores with you (which somehow ends up in his hair, and you have to wash it out in the nearby water pump, leaving him rather grumpy). He’s relieved when he finally gets to lay next to you inside the tent, wiggling closer and closer without telling you until he’s practically on top of you; taking the hint, you warm yourself in his arms and fall asleep with the smell of chocolate wafting in your nose. 


Himuro Tatsuya: Himuro hadn’t been entirely on board for camping as he could think of many other things he’d rather be doing with you besides getting dirty out in nature, but would agree to do so just to see your smile. You both enjoy each other’s company but find there isn’t much that can keep you both occupied for long without playing against your limited stamina, but when Himuro pulls out his phone and realizes he has signal, he begins to talk to you about his favorite American Drama and the episodes he still had to catch up on. After eating something quick for dinner you both retreat into the tent, with you sitting on his lap as he plays episode after episode and you watch it together, becoming as invested in it as he is and eventually falling asleep right on his lap, with him not wanting to wake you up and gently lowering himself without having to rouse you. 

Imayoshi Shoichi: Imayoshi had told you before that he liked to fish, but you hadn’t believed him until you’d come onto the camping trip with you, figuring he was just making up a random hobby to tease you. He sits beside you and patiently teaches you what to do, setting your line for you and relaxing in the shining sun as you wait for a bite. He chuckles as you jump up when your line gets a tug, telling you to reel slowly and to make sure the line wasn’t going to break; when you pull up a moderately sized fish you’re still extremely excited, waving the fish at him and making him take a picture of you in success. He helps you to cook the fish later, doing more of the dirty work,  and cooks it thoroughly, enjoying the meal though the long day leaves him ready to sleep. He grins as you bring up sleeping so close together, asking teasingly if being so near to him made you nervous; when you deny it, he wraps his arms around you and states that he’s happy to get you all to himself. 

Kagami Taiga: Kagami realizes too little too late that he might not have thought the agreement through to camp with you the entire way, though everything was going perfectly well up until it was time for bed. The woods didn’t bother him in the slightest since he was practically built to be a mountain man, but when the sun goes down, he finds himself spooked by the mysterious noises, his fear made even worse as you insist on telling ghost stories around a glowing fire for hours until you’re both exhausted. When it’s finally time to sleep he’s too wired to rest easy and continues to toss and turn into you roll over and drape your arm around his waist, making him the little spoon as you encourage him to think about you instead of any potential ghosts haunting the tent.