On day three of our camping trip, Jon woke up at the crack of dawn, and I kept sleeping in our warm tent. All around me was the sounds of birds, the water lapping at the rocky edge of the island and the wind rustling the leaves and branches of the tall trees. Sleeping there was so cozy and peaceful, I didn’t want it to end.
When I did wake up, I heard wood crackling and smelled smoke. Jon was starting a fire so we could make breakfast, and the island was surrounded by misty fog so thick, we could hardly see 20 yards beyond the island. It was so cool to be enveloped by the fog, in our own world at this camp site.
For breakfast we made oatmeal with fresh berries and banana. We boiled water in a pot set directly in the coals of the fire. We wanted to eat a big hearty breakfast to hold us over until dinner to avoid going to town for more food. So we ate as much oatmeal as we could and started our day, which began with a nap on the sunny rocks near the water.
Once we had fully woken up, we went on a canoe trip around the lake, which was huge. We rowed our way over to some other campsites and checked out random inlets and shorelines along the lake. Everything was so spread out that we hardly saw five or six other sites in our five mile trip. On our way back, we rowed up the opposite side of the lake and checked out all the beautiful waterfront properties.
By the time we reached the camp’s marina we were starving and Jon’s internet addiction had gotten the better of him, so we took a quick drive to the nearest gas station for potato chips, internet and more firewood. We got a ton of wood and decided that for the rest of the evening we’d make a huge raging fire and hang out around it playing cards and making dinner.
For dinner we had a meal we’ve had together often, both while camping and also at home. Grilled sausages on Portuguese rolls with peppers and onions. We also had corn on the cob and made roasted potatoes with hot peppers. We cooked the onion the same way we had been for the whole trip, in the coals of the fire. The corn, peppers and sausages went on the grill, and I wrapped the quartered pieces of potato in foil with garlic cloves, hot peppers, olive oil and seasoning and put them in the coals as well.
We set out our meal like a picnic on the westward facing rock on our island and watched the sunset as we totally stuffed our faces with the sausage sandwiches. This delicious and familiar meal was a comforting last dinner of our camping trip.
© 2012 Jonathan Meter and Jessica Hertle