Plumpy hikers

Just to mix it up a bit I decided to go on a 3 day hike and was thoroughly looking forward to it before I remembered I wasn't allowed any packaged food. My heart and my back starting sagging simultaneously. Sweaty heavy bread and watery granola it would be then. And what about protein? My meat eating body constantly worries about this. Way to much actually. It's become a bit of a thing.

Luckily we found a proteinous friend out on the trail. I stabbed him with my plastic fork and ate him whole.

Not really.

The first successful packageless camping food was some homemade granola, recipe courtesy of Kala's dad.


Due to the honey and other yumminess it's actually way to tasty and I find my hand inside the jar quite often. Luckily I abstained enough that there were sufficient amounts to take hiking. But what about milk powder? Crucial for granola and tea I find. You can get it in bulk but we didn't have any and obviously it was 11pm the night before I was planning to go. So instead I took milk in a thermal mug, perfect. And heavy. The theme of the packageless camping food.

Thanks (again) to Kala who went and found some basil late at night (it's possible), I made some cashew and basil pesto. Pesto is so quick and easy to make, who knew? Well, lots of people I guess. But not me. So along with some bulk pasta there's a meal. And with some cous cous and a slightly cheating foil packet of veggie curry there's another one - well we're allowed to eat up what's in the house and it was in the house. So there. And some bread, which was heavy and did go slightly sweaty but not too bad. And the never ending supply of peanut butter. Which I have made 3 times and has turned out completely (and progressively) disappointingly different each time. And of course jam, lashings of jam. Yoghurt covered raisins and pretzels are dangerously easily available in bulk. Mmmmm. And I happened to trip across a hip flask full of rum. Shame.

So off we went to Lake Ann, near Mount Baker in Washington State. I kept my mouth shut about my banana and pesto whilst crossing the border and all was good. Apart from a slightly horrifying moment when I thought we had about half as much food as we needed it all went well. And it was quite pretty too...


and Krista was so happy about joining in with the packageless adventure she was jumping for joy.


or perhaps it was all the yoghurt covered raisins. Actually I think I ate most of those.