Half the time on the road, I lose track of what day it is. But when it comes to Friday, I always seem to know. We covered a lot of ground today, both in the truck and on foot. Hiking, especially at altitude this high above sea level, works wonders for the appetite.
The Dear Man whipped up a feast on the barbie. Steak, with onions and mushrooms.
While he prepped food outside, I fiddled indoors -- with a pack of microwave chips. Four minutes, and presto! Though it probably took as long to work out how to fold their magic 'crisping' box as it did to cook 'em.
With a big bowl of fresh green salad, it made for quite the Friday night feast.
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