Last weekend we were heading to a family reunion and stopped one night at Hampton Campground which lies within the Manning Park Provincial Park.
My beloved was in a big hurry to have his leave from the farm and commented more than once how happy he was that his truck pulled the trailer along with great gusto.
Upon arriving at our site. .
we backed her up and I went into the trailer to get our supper fixings while he built the fire.
What I found was eggs. . .
on the bed and oozing down between the mattress and the wall.
Eggs were strewn across the bed and a good half flat was smashed to smithereens.
We dried the empty flats by the fire to refill them with the eggs.
The remainder of the flats found a new place to travel.
He immediately claimed that his expertise is in egg gathering not in egg hauling.
You'll understand those moments of sheer rush to clean up when you wonder why no photo documentation reveals the bed eggs.
I removed the sheets and did some initial rinsing in the wee sink and we focused on our supper.
While I ate my rather delicious fire roasted hot dog .. .
he made yet another and we watched the fire turn to perfect egg roasting coals.
Since he was not intending to bring any cracked eggs to the reunion he thought it might be a good time to test the campfire egg bake method.