perma
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My wife and I were scouting last week and riding around in our newly purchased UTV. I’d promised her I’d take her camping a year ago and the only trip we tried to go on ended terribly with me getting a nasty migraine.
Fast forward, we came back from the top and decided to start a fire. This is her highlight of the trip, she loves the fires. To sweeten the experience (quite literally) she had received a care package from her sister on a used s’mores kit from their camping trip. Never knew they sold a lot but cool, makes sense.
This is where I lost her. I get up to go and find a stick to sharpen for the marshmellow. I get back and she has a metal skewer happily toasting her marshmellow. I didn’t think anything of it and started to sharpen my stick with my RMEF Benchmade knife.
She gave me an appalled look and wondered what on earth I was doing. I explained that I wasn’t aware that her kit came with a skewer and had assumed I needed to make a tool suitable for marshmellow toasting. For context, it was a willow branch next to a river that was stiff and wet enough to not catch fire. Her parents used to overpack for camp so they never had to rely on the land for small things like that, so I was told.
She started to ask where I learned to do that and why I did that. It had then occurred to me that I never really used to have s’mores as a kid. And the ones that I did, they were roasted over a stove with a fork. For some reason, I’d convinced myself and my wife that was I was doing was something I’ve done all my life, but had realized that this was the first time I’d ever done that. We never had s’mores growing up, really.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
Fast forward, we came back from the top and decided to start a fire. This is her highlight of the trip, she loves the fires. To sweeten the experience (quite literally) she had received a care package from her sister on a used s’mores kit from their camping trip. Never knew they sold a lot but cool, makes sense.
This is where I lost her. I get up to go and find a stick to sharpen for the marshmellow. I get back and she has a metal skewer happily toasting her marshmellow. I didn’t think anything of it and started to sharpen my stick with my RMEF Benchmade knife.
She gave me an appalled look and wondered what on earth I was doing. I explained that I wasn’t aware that her kit came with a skewer and had assumed I needed to make a tool suitable for marshmellow toasting. For context, it was a willow branch next to a river that was stiff and wet enough to not catch fire. Her parents used to overpack for camp so they never had to rely on the land for small things like that, so I was told.
She started to ask where I learned to do that and why I did that. It had then occurred to me that I never really used to have s’mores as a kid. And the ones that I did, they were roasted over a stove with a fork. For some reason, I’d convinced myself and my wife that was I was doing was something I’ve done all my life, but had realized that this was the first time I’d ever done that. We never had s’mores growing up, really.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
