Roughing it

So I'm prospecting for gold, in North Crackalaka. I needed a moment to reflect, between shovels full of dirt, and I thought about something very interesting. Well, to me at least. Camping.. in general.. requires the person involved to not be a picky eater. You have to eat what's available, or you don't eat. Yesterday I had tomato sandwiches for lunch. I hate tomato sandwiches, but that was all there was, and so that's what I choked down; three of them, as I was hungry.

If you try really hard, you can almost imagine the tomatoes are actually ham. REALLY HARD.

Did I also mention how I hate mayonnaise? bleh.

Oh how I longed for something better... like say... I don't know... Mexican Lasagna? Never tried it, but I hear it's tasty.

-AllenKll