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Reminds me of my youth in the mountains of New Mexico. We had to eat a lot of granola back then, couldn’t pack out much else. Tuna maybe. Crackers. Anything else would could fit on the back of a Burrow.
But we didn’t eat any fucking tofu.
FUCK’N TOFU!
And that face at the end a perfect reaction when you bite into something and it’s not what you think it is, like sugary garlic bread or or banana pudding when it should be vanilla!
That’s much worse than when you expect chocolate chip cookie but bite into raisin. Blegh.
We were just in Big Sur on Wednesday. Small world.
Did you get down to the well-hidden Pfeiffer Beach? It’s glorious. There’s no Pfeiffer sign, just a road and a sign that says No RVs. I wish I’d gone up into Pfeiffer State Park.
I did not get down to Pfeiffer Beach. I’ll have to check that out next time. So many hidden gems on the coast…
It really was like a set for a weird planet, but it was real. As soon as i find the cable for my camera, I’ll put it up here. They let dogs run around, so Whitney went crazy, crashing through waves and running over rock piles. The gem of the vacation.