Off the grid: Scenes from Camping, Day and Night Dos…

This was the corgi’s longest hike yet; and he did splendidly, but subsequently passed out, dirty feet to boot, at the campsite upon arrival back some many hours later. The hike was so densely wooded, we didn’t get a drop wet but were the only ones on the trail. Literally.

We followed it all up with some warming herbal tea…

Before, of course, downing jugs of coffee (after all, if you’ve learned anything in this space, this is the Wolf Clan, and we are, ahem made up a cool 90% of coffee…and that’s fact)…

…and naturally, we had to test it out using an old school tin percolator on the camp stove (procured by my parents circa 1976), as well as a new fancy JavaDrip contraption. Campsite coffee making is quite the endeavor…

But oh, the nectar, is that much sweeter….

…made even tastier yet by a stash of Dunkin’ munchkins for a much needed post-hike sugar boost…

Followed up by even more sweet, albeit downright healthy, doses of local native strawberries…

to quickly be replaced by the sweets of another…

…and this is where things start to become a bit more “blurred”…

with plenty of “cheers” to camping…

Plus, wine will make you bet on cards. Fact.

…and gorge on a quickly, and masterfully, cooked cheesy bean dip concocted over the wood fire to tide you over to the main course.

That main course was a delicious packet my Mum calls “hobo pie”. Filled with lemon dill haddock filets, lemon, fingerling potatoes, greens, and carrots, the entire thing caramelized and blackened a bit deliciously over the wood blaze, and all you had to do was crumple up the tinfoil remnants for clean up!

Which was nicely rounded out by listening to tunes from Jenny Lewis, Stars, Bon Iver, the Eels, Jarvis Cocker, and The Blow around the campfire. This campfire was perfect for roasting marshmallows, a time honored camping tradition.

I hate marshmallows. Always have. But clearly, I enjoy photographing them…immensely.

Of course, those marshmallows had to make up s’mores. I took s’more snaps instead.

And after all the sweet, we needed a bit of salty. Jiffy Pop is quite fun when camping…especially accompanied by a night cap…

…and one last boozy look at the bright night sky before passing out in tent. Cleaning up is much easier than setting up, mind you. Getting off the grid is splendid. I say you try it.

Off the Grid: Scenes from Camping…Day Uno, Morning Dos.

At the weekend, I traveled off the grid into the depths of Chocorua for a camping excursion with my family. Arrival on Friday evening included setting up the tents and various campsite needs; the corgi, Sir Winston Churchill, loves to work, so he helped organize the sleeping bags.

We ate simply the first evening; carrot and celery sticks for an appetizer…

Iron skillet cooked tortillas filled with cheese and our homemade re-fried pinto beans, a delight in the Wolf family very often consumed, for the main. One of these bad boys will carry you through and it goes down smooth…

We woke up to a pretty steady rain and gray cloud cover, so quietly nodded off to a cafe about 8 miles down, Chinooki in Conway, for bottomless cups of coffee and a sustaining breakfast of poached eggs and wheat toast before our planned 7 miles hike of the Liberty Trail to Mt. Chocorua despite the rain.

…and much to my pleasure, there was a cheeky sign in the bathroom by the toilet. I took two trips, just so I could get this snap. We subsequently returned to camp for the arrival of my brother, Bryce, and his wife, before packing up the lunches, putting on the rain gear, and heading out for the hike.

Scenes from…

For the past two Fridays, I have attended the Winter Classic Events at Fenway Park. First, on New Year’s Day, the Bridgestone Classic, which featured our Boston Bruins against the Philly Flyers. It was quite hot out for January in Boston that day, but the Bruins had a surprisingly rousing victory in the end.

The second was a great rivalry; Boston University, my alma mater, against the hated Boston College Eagles. This game was, welp, arctic. And of course, my Terriers were victorious.

Here are a few of the images I snapped from Fenway.

From Top to Bottom: 1. Nips of booze to dump in endless cups of coffee at the game. They were confiscated. We were the only ones in the park to fail at bringing in some warming whiskey. Go figure. 2. Ice cold beer instead. It stayed ice cold. 3. Harry S. Cahill works the game for The Boston Herald. See his snaps here. 4. The top of my sister’s fur hat. Amazing.

Snow’k…

It has been snowing in Boston for nearly three days, and it’s given me plenty of time to trudge into snow and take snaps with my new Nikon D3000. The other day, my brother Bryce, myself, and his wife, Erin, decided to trek about Davis Square and beyond on New Year’s Eve and experience the snow and the flight–many a city worker and dweller fleeing the city for 2010 parties…or just escape.

We stopped for coffees when the snow got a bit chilly, and stumbled upon some delicious elephant ears–one of my favorite pasteries, ever. I resisted the urge, however, but I thought they looked scrumptious enough to stare at in photo all day long.

It has certainly been something like ‘100 Days, 100 Nights’…

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Finally…I have taken to updating more of my Flickr fotos, complete with loads of projects I concoted over the winter months of Bostonian turmoil, longing, depression and the like. I guess all those aforementioned reasons will explain why I got around to basically getting nothing done in terms of pushing all that crafty magic out to you until now.

More importantly, I’ll be releasing patterns for some of the stuff–free and pay for play.

As always, one of my bestest friends in the world, Harry S. Cahill, took most of the photography. Clearly, you see the genius, as do I. He actually has a gifty going his way for all the photo-ing work he’s done for me in the past. Here’s to hoping I can bribe him to do more…

Let me know what you think of any of these projects. As always, I can make something for you made to order if you like. Just shoot me an email. Eventually, I’ll put stuff up in the Etsy shop for purchase if you are so inclined but I need to create some solid inventory first.

The monotony of this uploading work comes courtesy Sharon Jones and her Dap Kings doing “100 Days, 100 Nights”. You’re welcome in advance.