This photo brings back memories of a night spent at Thompson Lake in the Spanish Peaks a couple of years ago. It was August. A time of heat, dryness. When I hit the trail at sunrise, snow dusted the peaks. Five miles in, it started to rain. Shortly after, it turned to snow. August?
This was breakfast. Bannock. Simple and good, it's a staple and favorite. Low carb? Baloney (or rather, bologna for you purists). Not for me. When I crave fresh bread, which is often, I'll whip up a batch, even at home. For this batch, I'd measured enough mix into a snack baggie to make one bannock patty. First, I made a cup of coffee on the little alcohol stove. Then, mixed the batter, formed it into a patty and popped it into the pan.
My boots? They're an attempt at a windbreak and the inspiration for this post. More on this later. Thankfully I didn't burn down the tent. It was a one man structure. Still is for that matter, since I didn't burn it down. Too low t…
This was breakfast. Bannock. Simple and good, it's a staple and favorite. Low carb? Baloney (or rather, bologna for you purists). Not for me. When I crave fresh bread, which is often, I'll whip up a batch, even at home. For this batch, I'd measured enough mix into a snack baggie to make one bannock patty. First, I made a cup of coffee on the little alcohol stove. Then, mixed the batter, formed it into a patty and popped it into the pan.
My boots? They're an attempt at a windbreak and the inspiration for this post. More on this later. Thankfully I didn't burn down the tent. It was a one man structure. Still is for that matter, since I didn't burn it down. Too low t…