I’ve had an itch in my brain for a long time. I’ve done a ridiculous amount of surfing on camping trailers, chuck boxes, overlanding, etc. So I decided to do something.
First thing I did was pick up a Space Trailer (shout-out Todd!). In case you don’t know, Space trailers are very nice, made in the US, and are all the things you’re thinking about when you buy a cheap Harbor Freight trailer, but don’t get.
Second thing I did was to build a camp kitchen to put in it. Here’s some snaps of the process. It was built entirely of scrap and re-purposed materials that I had lying around. Maybe I have too much (s)crap lying around … ? The design objectives were to be able to run a 2-burner camp stove and a propane grill off of a 20lb propane canister with some extra storage for camp gear. I did little drawing, but mostly designed as I went, with the inevitable re-work on some technical debt taken along the way.
Ever since I moved to St Paul, I’ve missed a key part of my routine – stopping at Canteen coffee on the way in to work on the bike. The new route is almost all trail, which is nice for the ride, but there’s basically no coffee along the way. So after a lot of google map searching, I decided to change the route to try Precision Grind Coffee.
I’m sitting there now. And it’s not as good as CG. :-(. The latte is just frothed and dumped in a paper cup. No feather. The coffee is scalding hot, and oddly flavorless. The scone was moist and doughy. Not what a scone should be.
So, no, not civilized. Simply barbaric.
And, yes, I know I’m being a HUGE snob. Canteen was just that good.
Did another little S24O this weekend. Left from work, and rode with Tad to Tin Fish at Lake Calhoun, where we met up with Marcus. We ate a pile of fried food, and then pedaled off to Carver Park Reserve. The sky was clear and perfect the whole ride. We made crazy good time – Calhoun to Carver in just over 2 hrs. Tad’s single speed forced him to maintain a higher speed for cadence … We got to camp, and got the fire going, and then the rain hit and we huddled under Marcus’ tarp and drank. We ran out of scotch in a shocking hurry, so Tad and Marcus rode out to a liquor store and got a 12 of Heineken. We sat under the tarp and killed it. Loads of fun. The fire survived the rain, and we were able to cook our food after the rain passed. I basically made a giant hot dog out of a Kielbasa and a demi-baguette. Rocked. The rain had turned the campsite into a muddy bog, which made things very slippery, but surprisingly no tipsy campers took a fall. Hit the hay in a dry tent, and had a decent night. Rode out in the morning, coffee in Excelsior, and home by 10:30am.