|Troop 71009 standing in front of Raccoon Roost.|
|Amy stokes the wood-burning stove.|
|Carli & Tina wash dishes.|
The girls planned the menu and I tweaked it. I decided we'd make a dump cake for dessert Friday night and a hashbrown-sausage-egg casserole bake for breakfast Saturday--in a Dutch oven, a cast-iron pot that you heat with coals and that I had learned to use in theory and training, but not practice.
|Carli, Megan W., & Kathryn learn that Dutch oven cooking isn't quick.|
There wasn't much grumbling. Any sissies I might have had in my troop dropped out long ago. The girls know me, and accepted the fact that we spent all Saturday morning trying to follow the recipe before admitting defeat and popping the dutch oven sans lid in the beat-up indoor oven so we could finally eat breakfast at 12:30 pm.
|Bethany's soup on the stove complimented our grilled cheese in the pie irons for lunner after our late brunch.|
We pressed her. "What do you mean?"
She shrugged. "You know, all the things that take you by surprise as you're going about your life. You may not expect them and when they happen you sit back and go, "Whoa, that's so cool; and it really makes you think and appreciate that you're here to notice them."
|Tina gets 'em going.|
|Boom, boom, pow. Hammering the sign back in.|
|Our luxury sleeping accommodations.|
Kim Van Sickler