Monthly Archives: June 2025

What do they eat on a Trampervoyage? (ongoing post, pics and comments to be added prn)

We love food. We love our electric cooler and not a day passes without celebrating the lack of a wet cooler and the never ending search for ice. So, that means we can keep whatever fresh foods, fruits and veg that catches our eye. Some markets are sparse, salty junk-food piles without any viable choices, others are magnificent farmer’s markets or just regular grocers.

We have freeze-dried backpacking meals (~$15 each) that are tasty and J-P informed us that by pre-taste, Peak is the best. Those are kept for deep ranged boon-docking moments where we don’t have anything better in mind. Our stores are not extensive but include oatmeal, walnuts, peanuts, cashews, carrots, eggs, butter, pancake mix, corn meal, bread, bagels, tuna, sardines, soup, Ramen, Fig Newtons, Dark chocolate (aka: our Methadone).

We have eaten two meals “out” in restaurants so far.

Sought-out treats include fresh veg of any kind, (recent squash and onions saute’), “big” steaks from the right sources, rare baked goods from the right sources. And, the rest I’ll say in pictures:

Rainy night “Dinner-in-stitches”. (we laughed so hard in the van, making peanut butter bagels that stuck in our craw, but laughed so much it was even harder to eat)

Waiting for the biscuits and gravy to share, held at bay by the best blueberry scone ever, fresh from the oven!

Solo Biked Buffalo Gap Trail/Maah Daah Hey from campground to Medora Day14

Some days it’s nice to take it easy and sit around, today I didn’t want to do that but Jane did. Simple solution: have her drive me out of town and then ride back on the Buffalo Gap/Maah Daah Hey. It is 15 mile section of nice single-track with rolling hills and features including switchbacks, climbs, vistas and plenty of scenery. Enough said, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Though I did ride into a field full of “cows” until one stood with longhorns and demonstrated he was not a she. I lumbered along quietly, uphill hoping that the standing would be the end of his curiosity. Fortunately, it was, but just as I realized I had turned my back on a large animal, I rode past a tree and spooked two pheasants. Or, should I say, they spooked me. I almost fell off my bike off the trail downhill into the sage, and my heart didn’t settle for at least 10 more pedal strokes laughing at myself.

Recall I was ten miles in and climbing when the boy-cow stood up…

Lazy blasting downhill

Nice Benchcuts, many were steeper but too fun to stop

David