Peninsular Camping

At the end of the long hike, we settled on a campsite and sat down to eat. It was just getting too dark to see very much of anything when we started eating, so I don’t know what the food looked like, but I can still remember exactly how good it tasted. Grilled kebabs, hard-boiled eggs, and baked potatoes. There’s something about room-temperature food, eaten with your fingers, after a good deal of physical exertion far away from home. I can eat in every fancy French restaurant there is and I still won’t forget that meal.