Variety - The Spice of Life...

In between my more meaningful blog entries, I put some mundane ones in there. Yesterday I wrote two entries... one deep, meaningful and spiritual entry about the trail, and another about tortillas. But in reality, they are linked as my tortilla experiences were as meaningful as my deer encounters. Any food experiences on the trail are quite meaningful because as you hike your appetite grows stronger and stronger and even things that you would never have eaten before you started hiking are welcomed respites from the daily grind of noodles and pasta.

Tuna. I really don't like tuna and never had. I think the last time I ate it was back in 1968. I was watching Popeye, the one where Bluto steals Olive Oil and takes her over to the ship, etc. I thought I was getting chicken salad and when I bit into the sandwich, it was tuna. I felt betrayed, tricked and humiliated. Ok, maybe not that drastic as a 4 year old, and now that I think about it, I think I was watching Felix the Cat instead. Anyway, I haven't eaten tuna in as long as I can remember.

Oh, perhaps you think I am going to say that I tried it on the trail for the first time in 37 years. Nope, I still hate it and would probably die of starvation rather than open that mylar pack of Sunkist tuna, but I have come close to trying it on those days where I ran out of food a day before town. And that last day or so before town is when you eat all the strange stuff in your food bag or things you've been putting off. Sometimes it becomes a mixture of tastes and whatever you have left over becomes the casserole for the evening. Noodles and peanut butter was one memorable meal. Throwing it all up an hour later was also quite memorable.

But as one's food bag is filled with a variety of foods and tastes, so are my blog entries here; some meaningful and tasty, and others about privies or webwalking. Take what you like and stuff the rest back in your food bag for later. If you get hungry and there haven't been any new blogs for a while, break open the food bag and read some of the older ones.

Muddyshoes