Adventures in Adventure Food: Peak Refuel Sweet Pork & Rice

The package does not lie. In fact, it’s a warning. This stuff is sweet. Sweeter than most barbecue sauce. Candied Pork & Rice would be a more accurate name. Candied Pork & Rice with Really Hard Black Beans Unless You Soak It Longer Than the Specified 10 Minutes would be the most accurate. But I ate it all. I probably wouldn’t buy it again. Unless my sweet tooth overruled me.

Whiney the Poo and the Blustery Day

Perfect, gorgeous weather yesterday. 

Until sunset. 

Then howling, moaning, blow-you-on-your-ass wind started. And kept up all night. And continues this morning. 

I didn’t sleep well. (Did I sleep at all?) 

Even though the Rolling Steel Tent was pointed pretty much into the wind (the direction kept shifting) the van bounced, swayed and shook me awake.

It’s not horrible being cooped up in the van. Just boring. But I need to hit the highway later. The stretch of I-10 through Indio and Palm Springs and over San Gorgonio Pass is notoriously windy under “normal” conditions. That’s why they put hundreds of wind generators there. It’ll me, um, challenging today.

Poking around Joshua Tree again

For some reason, this area is called Split Rock Trail

Taking a break. Work gloves are perfect protection from the rough rocks.

Beginning the trek

I have an appointment Friday afternoon at UCLA Health for a followup PET scan. Rather than drive from the eastern edge of California to the western edge all in one day (which I have done several times before), I decided to break it up into shorter hops. 

So I left my campsite along Ogilby Road this morning, drove over the dunes at Glamis, got a shower at the Flying J in Brawley, took Highway 111 along the Salton Sea, turned up Box Canyon at Mecca, and now I’m camped at the south entrance of Joshua Tree National Park. I’ll spend Wednesday in the park then Thursday, sometime between morning and evening commute traffic, I’ll make the slog to LA. 

It’s not the straightest route, but it's where the paved roads go, And it’s more scenic and relaxed than I-10 from Blythe.

I got a hotel room within walking distance of the medical center. The tricky part was finding one that didn’t have low-clearance underground parking. The Rolling Steel Tent needs its headroom. Don’t wanna go scraping the solar panel off the roof.

Adventures in Adventure Food: Mountain House Spicy Southwest Style Skillet

It’s hard to go wrong with shredded potatoes, corn, black beans, beef and green chiles. The question was how spicy it would actually be. By whose standards?

Well, by my standards (which are the only ones that count, since I’m the one doing the eating), it was good and spicy, not formulated for those who believe blandness is a virtue. And there was flavor, not just heat. At no time was I conscious of it being rehydrated freeze-dried food. Two thumbs up.

However, this stuff could leave you craving copious amounts of beverage (or bread, or sugar) to cleanse your mouth. But is that a bad thing?

Upcoming: Adventures in Adventure Food

On impulse, I ducked into a sporting goods store with the idea of checking out their day packs. I have one, but it’s a little large. The selection was small, unless I wanted camo. The store caters more to hunters and anglers than to hikers. But I saw a stuff sack that would be good for my weighted blanket.

The next aisle over I discovered the freeze-dried meals. I had never tried any. So, sure, why not? I’ll be reporting my impressions over the next few days. It won’t be a scientifically sound apples to apples (or chili mac to chili mac) comparison. I wanted variety. That means the question will be whether they’re decent versions of what they claim to be. I love pad thai, so that will be the biggest taste challenge. The likelihood of disappointment is high.

Everything happens for a reason

I’ve been making my YouTube videos primarily for my own satisfaction. I knew I was never going to have a big audience or make any money at it because I don’t do things the YouTube way. Nonetheless, I have a couple hundred followers.

Then, the past two weeks, I’ve gained a new subscriber each day. Kind of lame by YouTube standards but exceptional for me. 

So I checked to see which videos were getting the most new traffic. Ah-ha. There was my answer. The two most popular videos are of Jessica Bruder, author of Nomadland, and Swankie, who became a supporting actor in the movie inspired by the book. Looks like Hollywood buzz has rubbed off on me. 

UPDATE: 3 March — The number of subscribers has doubled since the original post. The views of Swankie's video have quadrupled.

Blow hard

A calm day turned into a very windy evening. As I repositioned the Rolling Steel Tent to face into the wind to minimize rocking, I realized the job would be easier and more precise if I had a wind sock mounted to the van’s nose. Or maybe a hood ornament weather vane.

Meanwhile, in a respectable store

I love raspberries. Would I love the freeze-dried raspberries I stumbled upon at Target? Only one way to find out.

Very good, but not as great as fresh raspberries, or frozen raspberries mixed into high-butterfat vanilla bean ice cream. Almost nothing is better than that.

See above

I decided it was time for a new photo, which was taken at the Alvord Desert in southeast Oregon, and a new tagline, which will eventually be available as some merch.

Eating respectably

Back when I made Respectable Money at a Respectable Job, lived in a Respectable Neighborhood, drove a Respectable Car and owned all that other Respectable Stuff, I also shopped only at Respectable Stores. 

The prices were higher at the Respectable Stores, but so was my self-esteem. “Look at me, I can buy the good stuff at the good places and not even look at the prices, because I make Respectable Money.” 

I avoided the less new, less shiny, less well-stocked stores because I didn’t want to feel poor. And because I was a bit of a snob.

Now I am poor. Not as poor as some, not Federal Poverty Level poor, but my Social Security benefit is a fraction of my former Respectable Income. So I’ve done the Respectable Thing and adjusted my shopping preferences. (My past posts about cheap foods are evidence of that.) 

Respectable Stores have become my last choice instead of my first. I check dollar stores and outlets first. Sometimes I’m disappointed, but often I’m surprised and delighted. Take yesterday, for example.

Green Trees Grocery Outlet has two stores in Yuma. After visiting the downtown location I tried the one on the east side of town for comparison, and because it was on my way. Here’s a tour.

The selection of goods varies greatly, depending on what they could get a deal on. But I can usually find at least a couple of things I want. 

Yesterday’s big score was a pork tenderloin. Just a dollar. A dollar! And I grabbed some burritos, too. Since these purchases were frozen solid, they do double duty as ice, minimizing the electricity demands of my refrigerator.

Once the tenderloin thaws I'll cut it into slices—or as the Respectable Restaurants call them, medallions. I can get five or six meals out of a buck’s worth of meat.

You’re supposed to microwave the burritos. Instead, I do sort of a chimichanga number on them, slowly heating them in a pan, like our ancient pre-microwave ancestors would’ve done.

Let there be light

I was wandering through the 99¢ Only Store when this light caught my attention. Two bucks ninety-nine, choice of several colors, a loop to hang it if you want, takes three AA batteries (not included), simple push button operation, and has three levels of brightness. Yeah, why not?

Low, medium and high

It’s not bright enough for reading, but it’s more than bright enough to keep from fumbling around in the dark.

Tiny house on a big street

I saw this structure rolling down 4th Avenue in Yuma this morning. It’s neither your typical travel trailer nor typical tiny house. 

Most tiny house builders tend toward variations on the Victorian cottage. A few go for the Mid-century Modern look. This one is sort of a blend of the two. A New England salt box with a Modernist inverted roof.

Thanks to the URL painted on the rear, I learned Little Blue on the Move is owned by Katie and Paul.

Over 5 years ago Paul and I had to re-imagine our future when we realized building a family was not in the cards for us. We realized what was most important to us was to get to travel, enjoy life on our own terms and be debt free. We decided to go tiny! Over the period of 5 years we talked over plans and designs, bought a trailer and built our dream. We moved into our home on June 1st. Our goal is to travel the U.S. for a year. We hope that you enjoy sharing our journey with us.

I also learned the tiny house is for sale. They want something smaller. Would you like to move up to something bigger? 

True grittiness

My counter is only large enough to prepare a meal’s ingredients, so I cook on the floor. I set the butane/propane stove atop its case to bring it a little closer. This arrangement works fine, except the hard plastic stove feet like to slip on the hard plastic case. No accidents so far, but I knew it was just a matter of time before chili ended up on the rug and the rug ended up in a dumpster.

But I had an idea.

I bought a sheet of 80 grit sandpaper ($1.00) from a gem and mineral tools vendor in Quartzsite. Then I retrieved the spray adhesive from a bin under my bed, trimmed the sandpaper to size, sprayed the adhesive and, presto! A non-slip surface on the case. 

Not only does the sandpaper provide grippiness, it’s also heat resistant, so I’m less likely to melt the case. 

I’m so proud of myself. Until some future screwup.

Desert wildlife

At first glance it looked like the shuttle dweller down the way was tripping on some kind of psychoactive medication or rehearsing for his grant application with the Ministry of Silly Walks.

But since I used to live in San Francisco and worked near Chinatown, I recognized he was doing tai chi. (Not to be confused with chai tea.)