Good morning all. A bit of a slow start today. Apparently I am paying for my smugness yesterday. Oh well, I suppose the scales have to balance somehow. So the coffee is brewing, who is ready to kick off the morning prompt while we wait? Good. Set those timers and let’s dive in.
Okay I don’t know who is sneaking off for bacon but I think this has the potential to be a bit of a fun story about shifting family dynamics.
Wednesday, April 27th: “Do you smell bacon?”
“Do you smell bacon?” Chris asked. I looked at him incredulously.
“Bacon?”
“Yes,” he repeated. “bacon. You know real bacon.”
I did know. When we agreed to join in on this blended family camping trip we packed accordingly. All the gear we needed, which wasn’t a whole lot considering we were driving to the parking lot and only heading up by dirt path a couple of hours up to the family owned cabin. It was enough of a hike and enough of a distance to make everyone feel as though they were wilderness bound. Or so it seemed.
As I grew up packing my gear, including tent for a week on the trail with nights spent in clearings along the way, this whole camping in a cabin was taking some getting used to. It was the first time I had ever ‘roughed it’ with sheets that had a higher thread count than my bed at home.
While Chis prepared me for the shift in thought and I didn’t really mind the change, there were things he hadn’t quite realized about the trip. His parents divorced before his first birthday so he had no real memory of them together. However sometime after he graduated college and moved across the country his father re married. She brought children with her and now there were a couple of smaller ones added to the mix.
While living far away Chris met me. The two of us became a unit while life went on elsewhere. While we spent time with his father and Sierra as well as all of the various children, they were short things, usually celebratory. This was the first joint family venture we had been invited on. It was proving interesting. We had been told that we didn’t need to worry about food. As we were flying in it was nice for someone else to be taking care of it.
We hadn’t been told that the rest of the family was now vegan.
While neither Chris nor I had issues with the change, we both found it strange that no one mentioned it prior. It seemed like such a change would have been mentioned at some point. It wasn’t as if there had been no communication. While I knew Chris wondered what else he wasn’t being told, I was more concerned that he was smelling bacon.
“You think you are smelling real bacon or just wishful bacon?” I asked.
He frowned at me. “Real bacon,” he said. “At least I thought I did when the wind shifted. There,” he sniffed. “Bacon.”
I sniffed and had to admit, I smelled it too now. Chirrs was off, stealing is haw first to the window and then after fixing the direction he went off like a bacon seeking bloodhound. Amused I slipped on my shoes and followed. We went out of the house and followed a short trail down towards the creek. The scent was stronger. Accompanying it was the scent of a camp fire.
Someone in a house full of vegans had slipped out built a campfire and was cooking bacon. I don’t know why it amused me but I found myself choking back a fit of giggles as I followed Chris towards the scent.
Ten til Midnight 