Andrew and I were pretty good at plotting the route to the next stop on our bike tour, but damned if we’d ever show up in time to enjoy it. We’d start out late, dawdle along the way, and usually roll into camp just as the sun was beginning to set, at which point it was a scramble just to get the tent up before we could no longer see, and forget about searching the forest for kindling. So, granola for supper again, and maybe some Cup-a-Soup from the hot-water tap, which isn’t so bad if you like crunchy noodles.
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