I’m an early riser. I take the early to bed and early to rise thing quite literally. Although of the three consequences of this pursuit..health, wealth and wisdom..I can only testify to the first.
Some of my most inspired thinking hits me after my second cup of coffee..say about the 4:30 mark. And around that time a couple of early morning’s ago, I was going thru some photos of our past trips to West Grand Lake, feeling sad that we would not be there this summer. Part of that experience was of course eating campfire food, particularly breakfast. So it was during one of these caffeine stimulated moments it came to me that even though we are not at Grand Lake Stream , a campfire breakfast is certainly not out of reach. Plus it would give me the opportunity to try out my new Coleman Coffee Percolator that was a Christmas gift to me from the Bailey’s of Searsmont, even though I didn’t receive it until April. Christmas in April has a nice ring to it, eh?
It wasn’t long before I had the campfire started in our pit…
Normally our fires are reserved for the evenings but there is something really special about the morning fires. I mean one can ward off the morning chill as easily as the evening chill, is it not so? And could it not also be the smell of bacon grease over an open flame?
You see during our WG trips I am always out on the lake fishing for landlocks well before any of my companions have started to stir. And when I get back to camp, the coffee pot is on and breakfast has started cooking in the experienced hands of my wife Pat, in laws Deb and Mike and camp chef extraordinaire Rob.
When the fire is deemed just right, the coffee pot goes on and soon starts to perc it’s little heart out, steam rising into the cool, morning air. Anticipation….