Camp Deer Run Deer

Yesterday I took my 3 year old son Riley to the zoo. We go to the zoo fairly often, and we always have a great time. For some reason on this trip, when Riley would see a deer he would say, "Look dad, it's a Camp Deer Run deer!". I have no idea why he would say this, but all I could do was smile. I know he has never seen a deer at Camp, for I have only seen deer a couple of times at Camp myself. Tonight after it rained, my wife Sarah said that the smell made her think of Camp. I had to agree. I always like when random moments during the day make me think about Camp, and makes me remember a good memory from my time out there. This week allow yourself to to be reminded about Camp and there wonderful things that God has done for you through Camp Deer Run.

Hail, Dear Ol' Deer Run,

Sparky

Bacon and Eggs

Here lately I've found myself eating bacon and eggs for breakfast just about every morning.  Of course in doing this, I have been reminded of my favorite out camping meal...breakfast in a bag.  Of course, my turkey bacon and scrabbled eggs are not exactly the same as what I remember eating at out camping, they still provide me with a a good memory.  If you are unaware of what breakfast in a bag is, let me educate you.  

First you take a brown paper lunch bag, and poke some holes in it so that you can hold the bad up with a stick over a fire.  Then you tear a strip bacon in half, and lay the two halves beside each other in the bottom of the bag.  You then hold the bag over the fire for a while and let the bacon cook.  I don't really understand how it works, but the grease from the bacon form some sort of barrier on the bottom of the bag, so that you can then pour your egg into the bag without it dripping out.  You then put the bag back over the fire and cook it until the eggs are done.  Then its time to eat up.

I don't know if it is because I was always hungry or what, but I loved this meal.  I always thought it was so tasty.  I never was a big snake bread kind of guy, but many people preferred eating it to the breakfast in a bag.  Either way, it was a good meal, as long as you didn't catch your bag on fire.

Hail, Dear Ol' Deer Run,
Sparky