New Stove

The wind was fierce, but despite its roar I heard the crash. I pulled over and gave Phoebe what I thought was a thorough look-over. It wasn't until the next day's morning coffee that I discovered the stove, formerly lashed atop one of the roof boxes, was no more.

As part of my hope-springeth-eternal aspiration to do some overnight backpacking, I'd bought a small single-burner. I retreived it from the pack and have never looked back. (Rolling Steel Tent also uses a single-burner.)

It does just fine as long as I don't need the hashbrowns to be ready at the same time as the eggs.

$22.00...check it out. With two adapters for differing kinds of fuel bottles.

Gotta love the Chinese...making $2.50 an hour?

Stuff

Every time I pull a box off my roof I admire the custom-made rack. There are a couple more (boxes) inside and several pieces of luggage with clothes and other stuff. But I keep a close eye on what's useful and quickly jettison that which ain't. (Gotta hav room 4 the art, dontchya know.)

Thus, while strolling downtown Silver, I indulged a bit of satisfaction when I spotted  THESE folks' rigs. Of course, they're probably a polyamourus family with multitudes of children, animals and other responsibilities.

Still, I paused to savor the fact that MINE all fits inside and on top; no need for a tag-along.

(The dog, was, I surmise, speculating on the tires and trajectory.)


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