I’m about to take a belated vacation next week, having worked through the summer and believing in that Chicagoan fashion that it would never end. Now the leaves are turning and I hear the call of the American Southwest, the openness there.
I’ll be riding out to Utah, for sure; maybe make it to Nevada. It’s getting cold in the mountains, but I can find some place warm enough to camp in. In any case, I’ll need a fire. So I’ve been thinking about what to bring to start one; what fuel to bring; what to cook with.