All I have to say, is that I can't even believe I had the energy to take any photo's this night. We had been driving for a good while and were at the stage where at any moment we could turn evil or just plain mad. I don't remember what we turned.
We needed some good food. Cooked food. With fresh ingredients. Bright and alive.
We were so happy that our camp site was a gem that exhaustion turned to happiness. Oh, and it wasn't raining. In fact, it was clear and crisp. The stars were showing.
Before we left Ashland we jammed our Esky (cooler) full of food. All from Ashland.
Grilled up some chicken thighs, all tiny and hormone-free, just like the farmer meant for them to be.
Garlic, oh you. Lots. Heaps.
Fresh tomato's and basil. Cooking away. Smelling right out there. Sliced up that grilled chicken and let them cook away together for a bit. Not too long, since we're about to get crazy if we don't eat.
Mash up some spuds with butter and Bob's your uncle. (He really is)
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