Hmmmm, perhaps I need to kidnap LP and ODC for my next camping trip. I promise to blame it on the aliens so you guys have a good story to take home.
Growing up my dad always brought stuff to make wicked breakfasts and dinners when we went out camping. For some reason pancakes and bacon just taste better when you're out in the woods. The hubby and I brought steaks out with us the last time we went and just stuck them on sticks over the fire. Worked out really well. I don't know how many grill parties I've been to at parks where we used exclusively the park grills to make everything. Chicken, brats, burgers, hotdogs. We usually brought the salads already made though.
Just because something has a duck bill doesn't mean it's a platypus. It might just be a duck.
Roger Miller: You can't roller skate in a buffalo heard, but you can be happy if you've a mind to.