One of the best things about camping is the food. Camp food, oh my God. Nothing tastes better, nothing.
I spend more on the food than I do on anything else, it seems. In this case, booze also counts as food.
Bacon, steak, hamburger, sausage, cooked over a fire, smoking, smelling delicious. Cheese, eggs, Slim Jims, nasty camp coffee. Sandwiches and chips, all the food you could ever want.
I am getting the worst case of spring fever, and Maine is a great place to go camping. I can’t wait.
