September 6, 2007
Day Eighteen
Belle Island
With the possibility of the Duncan Bay portage looming on tomorrow’s horizon and the approaching end of our trips, Jim and I were eager to treat our friends, show off our camp cooking skills, and off load extra weight. We invited Nile and Patti to be our guests for dinner.
Jim and I lined up three camp stoves and covered the pavilion fire pit with food, spices, cooking utensils, plates, silver, and a hand-washing system. I mixed the last grains of masa with salt, oil, warm water, slapped out a big tortilla and grilled it in the skillet with a bit more oil. We opened spinach kasha and tortellini. Jim made a sauce of canned tomatoes, fresh green pepper and onion, and his homemade beef jerky. Vodka cocktails and chilled white wine were offered to anyone interested.
The feast was served on long tables beneath the Belle Island pavilion. One tea-candle, protected from the breeze by a stove wind guard, gave a beautiful light. The evening ended early, as I still hoped for an early start to round Blake Point before the forecasted storm. We made our way to our sleeping bags through a thick pea soup fog that had rolled over the island as we dined.
1 comment:
Sweet, sweet, sweet. I like it a lot. The picture really makes it stick too.
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