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Here in the South autumn is never as spectacular as is in New England. The colors here are neither as intense nor as long lasting. But still, it is our autumn, our season, our reminder. And this is by far the most colorful year of leaves that I've seen in 15 years.

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I've spent a good deal of time watching this particular tree next to the swing sets. I've watched it progress from just a faint hint of red at the outer fringes, to something more, as it the red borderline crept toward the center, eventually swallowing the whole tree. The green is pushed inward, back down into the trunk where it will lie waiting through the cold of winter.

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The day I took these pictures I noticed that this red progression inward also happens on the individual leaves, which start with a bit of red at edge and slowly get swallowed up into redness before they fall.

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These images are a couple of weeks old though. We braved the cold and wind again this morning. The tree was bare. Winter.

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Here in the South autumn is never as spectacular as is in New England. The colors here are neither as intense nor as long lasting. But still, it is our autumn, our season, our reminder. And this is by far the most colorful year of leaves that I’ve seen in 15 years.

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I’ve spent a good deal of time watching this particular tree next to the swing sets. I’ve watched it progress from just a faint hint of red at the outer fringes, to something more, as it the red borderline crept toward the center, eventually swallowing the whole tree. The green is pushed inward, back down into the trunk where it will lie waiting through the cold of winter.

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The day I took these pictures I noticed that this red progression inward also happens on the individual leaves, which start with a bit of red at edge and slowly get swallowed up into redness before they fall.

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I am thankful for my family, for electricity, clean water, vaccines and everything else that keeps me and my family alive, that allowed us to evolve out of the tree canopy, walk out in to the tall grass and keep walking, slowly on, for millennia. And who will hopefully keep walking slowly, long after I am gone.

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I'm also thankful for the web. This right here. The best form of communication and non-local connection that we've come up with since the beginning of time. I am very grateful to have my health and thankful for the privilege of being born into a life that allows me the free time and opportunity to partake in the web. I am thankful for the wealth of human knowledge, understanding and connection that that exists out here between the 1s and 0s and corporate owned routers that log it all for, ahem, backup purposes.

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I’m also thankful for the web. This right here. The best form of communication and non-local connection that we’ve come up with since the beginning of time. I am very grateful to have my health and thankful for the privilege of being born into a life that allows me the free time and opportunity to partake in the web. I am thankful for the wealth of human knowledge, understanding and connection that that exists out here between the 1s and 0s and corporate owned routers that log it all for, ahem, backup purposes.

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A couple days before Halloween, Bear Hollow Zoo always puts together a thing called "Boo in the Zoo" for kids. It's mostly older kid stuff, learning about the animals and so on, but the girls love running around the zoo so we went. L is getting new molars, so she mostly chewed her hands, but as luck would have it the animal they had out for the kids when we were there was... an owl.

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A couple days before Halloween, Bear Hollow Zoo always puts together a thing called “Boo in the Zoo” for kids. It’s mostly older kid stuff, learning about the animals and so on, but the girls love running around the zoo so we went. L is getting new molars, so she mostly chewed her hands, but as luck would have it the animal they had out for the kids when we were there was… an owl.

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Down the street from our friends there’s a “ghost” band, the Ghosties, that plays every year. It just wouldn’t be Halloween music without a Theremin. Pretty sure there are some well-known Athens musicians under those sheets.

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The first time I ever heard a loon was canoe camping beside a pond in Baxter State Park, Maine. When you have no idea what that sound is (what that sound is? -L and O), a loon call in the dark is terrifying.

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The pond at Memorial Park looks nothing like this one, which is the one I camped by in Maine, but memory is a funny thing. For whatever reason the little pond at Memorial Park reminds me of that one in Maine. There is no physical resemblance at all. Baxter is a wild place with few people around. The pond at Memorial Park is the opposite. There's even a fountain in the middle. Still, something about it.

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The first time I ever heard a loon was canoe camping beside a pond in Baxter State Park, Maine. When you have no idea what that sound is (what that sound is? -L and O), a loon call in the dark is terrifying.

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The pond at Memorial Park looks nothing like this one, which is the one I camped by in Maine, but memory is a funny thing. For whatever reason the little pond at Memorial Park reminds me of that one in Maine. There is no physical resemblance at all. Baxter is a wild place with few people around. The pond at Memorial Park is the opposite. There’s even a fountain in the middle. Still, something about it.

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When you're two years old everything in the world is new every day. Even things you saw yesterday look different, feel different, are, inexplicably, different today.

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The world is chaos. The patterns we live our lives by are things we have discovered for ourselves, created for ourselves -- sometimes consciously, sometimes not.

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When you're two years old you have far fewer of these self-made patterns in your world. Each one you discover, each one that is imposed on you has far more importance and power than than any one will when you're twenty, forty, sixty, eighty.

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Current patterns. Tuesdays we go to Gymnastics. Sunday mornings we hike Sandy Creek Nature Center. Saturdays we eat muffins. Because muffins are awesome (awesome enough that Captain Beefheart has a song about muffins).

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O insisted that I take pictures of her and L eating muffins. I snapped a few shots and put the camera away, but she complained. Eventually I was made to understand that for her, take pictures of eating muffins was a literal statement. I had foolishly just taken picture of her with muffins. So...

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I also caused great distress when I forgot to photograph my coffee, so I let O do it. Okay, I held the camera, but she pushed the shutter and said cheese. Authorship is always a little fuzzy.

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The world is chaos. The patterns we live our lives by are things we have discovered for ourselves, created for ourselves — sometimes consciously, sometimes not.

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When you’re two years old you have far fewer of these self-made patterns in your world. Each one you discover, each one that is imposed on you has far more importance and power than than any one will when you’re twenty, forty, sixty, eighty.

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Current patterns. Tuesdays we go to Gymnastics. Sunday mornings we hike Sandy Creek Nature Center. Saturdays we eat muffins. Because muffins are awesome (awesome enough that Captain Beefheart has a song about muffins).

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O eating muffins

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O insisted that I take pictures of her and L eating muffins. I snapped a few shots and put the camera away, but she complained. Eventually I was made to understand that for her, take pictures of eating muffins was a literal statement. I had foolishly just taken picture of her with muffins. So…

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O eating muffins, mouth open

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I also caused great distress when I forgot to photograph my coffee, so I let O do it. Okay, I held the camera, but she pushed the shutter and said cheese. Authorship is always a little fuzzy.

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[Note, I have since sold the Yellowstone in favor of a 1969 Dodge Travco Motorhome. I'm leaving this here for posterity, but if you're interested in Yellowstones, alas, luxagraf turns out to be a poor resource.]

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There was very little under our Christmas tree this year. Of course the girls got some gifts (balance bikes from us, plus the grandparents' gifts), but my wife and I didn't exchange gifts. Or rather we gave ourselves some things that didn't belong under the Christmas tree. The big one was our son, who was born a few days before.

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The other was a new (well, new to us) 1969 Yellowstone travel trailer.

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It's 16ft long, single axle and in desperate need of some restoration. Still, thanks to some friends, we managed to tow it home without too much trouble. It's currently at my in-laws' house since we need to sell off our 1969 truck before we have room at the side of our house.

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The plan is to gut the trailer, reframe, re-wire and re-plumb everything. I plan to keep the stove, the light fixtures and the drawer and cabinet handles. That's about it from what I've seen so far. It would be cool to try building it back as close to the original as possible, but I've yet to find another like this model, which has a rear door. I'm also not so concerned with authenticity as practicality and comfort.

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Plus I plan to get rid of the extraneous unnecessaries like the air conditioning and heater and instead install some solar panels and batteries so we don't need shore power. We like to avoid campgrounds full of RVs and trailers packed like sardines in a tin. We're more drawn to BLM and National Forest land where the camping is (often) free, the amenities few and the people fewer.

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That's the plan anyway. I'd be lying if I didn't admit it seems a little overwhelming at times. I saw a quote somewhere, I think it was on one of the Dodge Travco forums, but it was something to the effect of, there's no camper more expensive than the one you get for free. This one wasn't free, but it wasn't much either.

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I've never restored anything before, but I know I'll figure out. I also have a lot of very skilled friends who have already volunteered to help with some of the stuff I'm not as knowledgable about, like 12V wiring. And yes, I know what I'm getting into, thanks. That doesn't make it any less daunting though.

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Still, it's like any long journey, you just put one foot in front of the other. Unscrew the drawer handles one day, rip out the carpet another, pry out the interior paneling, gut the cabinets and so on until next thing you know the bones of the thing are there in front of you. Then you slowly put it all back together again, one foot in front of the other, back up the mountain.

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In the mean time, in the evenings, after the kids are in bed, I cover the kitchen table in old maps and plot routes through the cities and into the dark expanses of green, brown and white unknowns. There are no real blank parts of the map anymore, to misquote Joseph Conrad, but there sure are a lot of empty spaces left. And miles to go before I sleep.

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[If there's interest, I'll post up some restoration photos once we get rolling on the project.]

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[Note, I have since sold the Yellowstone in favor of a 1969 Dodge Travco Motorhome. I’m leaving this here for posterity, but if you’re interested in Yellowstones, alas, luxagraf turns out to be a poor resource.]

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There was very little under our Christmas tree this year. Of course the girls got some gifts (balance bikes from us, plus the grandparents’ gifts), but my wife and I didn’t exchange gifts. Or rather we gave ourselves some things that didn’t belong under the Christmas tree. The big one was our son, who was born a few days before.

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The other was a new (well, new to us) 1969 Yellowstone travel trailer.

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our new 1969 yellowstone travel trailer

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It’s 16ft long, single axle and in desperate need of some restoration. Still, thanks to some friends, we managed to tow it home without too much trouble. It’s currently at my in-laws’ house since we need to sell off our 1969 truck before we have room at the side of our house.

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1969 yellowstone travel trailer unrestored interior

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The plan is to gut the trailer, reframe, re-wire and re-plumb everything. I plan to keep the stove, the light fixtures and the drawer and cabinet handles. That’s about it from what I’ve seen so far. It would be cool to try building it back as close to the original as possible, but I’ve yet to find another like this model, which has a rear door. I’m also not so concerned with authenticity as practicality and comfort.

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Plus I plan to get rid of the extraneous unnecessaries like the air conditioning and heater and instead install some solar panels and batteries so we don’t need shore power. We like to avoid campgrounds full of RVs and trailers packed like sardines in a tin. We’re more drawn to BLM and National Forest land where the camping is (often) free, the amenities few and the people fewer.

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That’s the plan anyway. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it seems a little overwhelming at times. I saw a quote somewhere, I think it was on one of the Dodge Travco forums, but it was something to the effect of, there’s no camper more expensive than the one you get for free. This one wasn’t free, but it wasn’t much either.

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I’ve never restored anything before, but I know I’ll figure out. I also have a lot of very skilled friends who have already volunteered to help with some of the stuff I’m not as knowledgable about, like 12V wiring. And yes, I know what I’m getting into, thanks. That doesn’t make it any less daunting though.

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1969 yellowstone travel trailer and my daughter

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Still, it’s like any long journey, you just put one foot in front of the other. Unscrew the drawer handles one day, rip out the carpet another, pry out the interior paneling, gut the cabinets and so on until next thing you know the bones of the thing are there in front of you. Then you slowly put it all back together again, one foot in front of the other, back up the mountain.

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In the mean time, in the evenings, after the kids are in bed, I cover the kitchen table in old maps and plot routes through the cities and into the dark expanses of green, brown and white unknowns. There are no real blank parts of the map anymore, to misquote Joseph Conrad, but there sure are a lot of empty spaces left. And miles to go before I sleep.

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[If there’s interest, I’ll post up some restoration photos once we get rolling on the project.]

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Yeah, interested in updates!

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Really, really lovely site, by the way — I got here from an old webmonkey post of yours about setting up a home server, and I wound up spending a lot more time here than there, enjoying the great writing and photography (and practically invisible interface). Thanks for sharing all of it.

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That’s a really nice thing to say, thank you.

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Right now I haven’t done much, but I’m hoping to get some time to work on the trailer soon.

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Thanks for stopping by and glad you enjoyed the site.

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[And if you need help with a server tutorial feel free to email me.]

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Hi, my husband and I recently acquired a 1978 Yellowstone Country Club trailer. It looks pretty much like yours, I was wondering if you found an owners manual ?

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Sorry, our trailer didn’t come with any manuals or any other documentation. The Tincantourists site has some basic info and there might be some in the forums there who could help track something down.

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We just acquired a 1969 Yellowstone, exactly like you one you had. Trying to find the VIN. We have looked all over the tongue for it. Would you remember or know exactly where yours was? Perhaps a lead on how to contact the buyer of your 69 Yellowstone? I know this is an older post, so hopefully you still have some info on it. Thank you for your time, Jamie

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@The Varns- I never got as far as registering it so I never looked for a VIN. I know from hanging around airstream forums that they typically have VINs on the front tongue, but no idea if that’s true of all trailers or just airstreams.

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For what it’s worth, our Travco had no VIN that anyone has ever been able to find. Previous owner had the state of NC just make one up and that’s what it’s registered under now. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

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My parents had this camper (I believe this same year) when I was a kid. Looking at the 2 pics you have posted, it is exactly as I remember. Does the side of the camper opposite the kitchen have a pull-out couch? There was a kitchen table that folded down and made a bed in the front of the camper and my sister and I slept in the bunk above the kitchen table. The rear of the camper was a bathroom (back left corner), heater and a storage cabinet. I have a lot of great memories of this camper and would love to watch your restoration progress.

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Hygge is a Danish word. There is no real English translation. Approximations apparently include "togetherness", "well-being" and something like "coziness" if coziness were a word we applied not to physical things, but mental ones.

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It is in other words, more or less impossible to pin down in English, but here's what's easy to understand -- the feeling the word is meant to describe. Abandon words and picture your ideal day spent with your favorite people, eating the best food you've ever had and so on. Notice the feeling that produces in you. That, as I understand it, is more or less Hygge.

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It's a hard thing to come by most of the time in our culture. Most people work all day and most people do not have Hygge-inducing jobs. It also seem to be pretty near impossible to manufacture Hygge out of thin air.

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The only way I know how to manufacture something like Hygge out of thin air is to take a few of my favorite people and make something wonderful like Bourbon Bacon Bark.

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I am a pretty good cook, but a terrible baker. The rest of the year I avoid baking. The precision necessary for good results just doesn't appeal to me most of the time. But this time of year is all about sugar so I give it shot anyway. Besides, my wife makes a fantastic fudge which can pick up the slack when my efforts fall short.

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I stick with simpler things I'm not likely to screw up, like sugar cookies. Or my more recent addition, Bourbon Bacon Bark.

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It started last year when I ran across this amazing recipe over at NWEdible. As good as that recipe is I'm completely unable to follow a recipe without injecting my own ideas in there somewhere. About half a second after I saw the title of that recipe I knew it was missing just one small, alliterative ingredient -- bacon.

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Bourbon Bacon Bark. The words just feel right -- there's a rhythm there that almost guarantees the results will be great. This is what happens when writers cook.

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If you'd like to make my version, follow NWEdible's recipe, but when you're melting the butter, toss in a tablespoon or two of bacon fat.

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Then, when you stir in the pecans at the end, go ahead and add in a couple nice thick slices of bacon cooked up extra crispy and crumbled. Without the chocolate it isn't all that pretty.

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The point of course is get everyone involved. I finished off dozens of crème brûlées a night in my time at the 5 & 10 dessert station, so I know very well how badly melted sugar burns. Suffice to say kids would not enjoy it, so I kept the girls back a bit, which earned me this look.

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Chocolate on the other hand is pretty harmless. And the girls are big on stirring things. Even things that don't need to be stirred.

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Until of course the chocolate is gone. You're making more right? What?

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Athens, Georgia, U.S.

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Hygge is a Danish word. There is no real English translation. Approximations apparently include “togetherness”, “well-being” and something like “coziness” if coziness were a word we applied not to physical things, but mental ones.

+

It is in other words, more or less impossible to pin down in English, but here’s what’s easy to understand — the feeling the word is meant to describe. Abandon words and picture your ideal day spent with your favorite people, eating the best food you’ve ever had and so on. Notice the feeling that produces in you. That, as I understand it, is more or less Hygge.

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It’s a hard thing to come by most of the time in our culture. Most people work all day and most people do not have Hygge-inducing jobs. It also seem to be pretty near impossible to manufacture Hygge out of thin air.

+

The only way I know how to manufacture something like Hygge out of thin air is to take a few of my favorite people and make something wonderful like Bourbon Bacon Bark.

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bourbon bacon toffee bark

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I am a pretty good cook, but a terrible baker. The rest of the year I avoid baking. The precision necessary for good results just doesn’t appeal to me most of the time. But this time of year is all about sugar so I give it shot anyway. Besides, my wife makes a fantastic fudge which can pick up the slack when my efforts fall short.

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I stick with simpler things I’m not likely to screw up, like sugar cookies. Or my more recent addition, Bourbon Bacon Bark.

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It started last year when I ran across this amazing recipe over at NWEdible. As good as that recipe is I’m completely unable to follow a recipe without injecting my own ideas in there somewhere. About half a second after I saw the title of that recipe I knew it was missing just one small, alliterative ingredient — bacon.

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Bourbon Bacon Bark. The words just feel right — there’s a rhythm there that almost guarantees the results will be great. This is what happens when writers cook.

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If you’d like to make my version, follow NWEdible’s recipe, but when you’re melting the butter, toss in a tablespoon or two of bacon fat.

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Then, when you stir in the pecans at the end, go ahead and add in a couple nice thick slices of bacon cooked up extra crispy and crumbled. Without the chocolate it isn’t all that pretty.

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bourbon bacon toffee bark unchocolated

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The point of course is get everyone involved. I finished off dozens of crème brûlées a night in my time at the 5 & 10 dessert station, so I know very well how badly melted sugar burns. Suffice to say kids would not enjoy it, so I kept the girls back a bit, which earned me this look.

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Chocolate on the other hand is pretty harmless. And the girls are big on stirring things. Even things that don’t need to be stirred.

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Until of course the chocolate is gone. You’re making more right? What?

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Every voyage has a night before. These quiet hours of darkness before the journey begins.

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We tend to remember the excitement of the next morning, when our senses are on edge, hyper-aware and it's easy to be anchored in the now. This is why we remember so clearly the smell of salt on the air, the soft pad of bare feet on the deck, the sound of water slapping the hull. Or maybe it's clatter of wheels on the rails, the soft sway of sleeper cars in the early morning light, the hum of jet engine, the first light as you pop up above the clouds.

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All of these things mark beginnings.

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Me, I like that night before. I like when you're still imagining what it might be like. Still trying to picture it all in your head, fit yourself into your own imagination. You're still the one at the helm. Tomorrow life will take over, steer you where it will, but that night before everything is possible.

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The hardest voyage for me to imagine is my children. My son will come forth out of the world tomorrow. I try to picture what he looks like. It's marginally easier than it was with my daughters, since I can imagine he might look like they did. But he won't. Not really. Because it's impossible to conceive of what someone will look like before you meet them. Impossible, but fun to try.

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It's likewise impossible to imagine what your life with them will be like, beyond knowing that it will be inconceivably great.

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That's why there are these nights before, to reflect, to imagine, to remember that we are here to go. Forward. Onward. Always.

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[Milky Way image by John Fowler, Flickr CC]

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Every voyage has a night before. These quiet hours of darkness before the journey begins.

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We tend to remember the excitement of the next morning, when our senses are on edge, hyper-aware and it’s easy to be anchored in the now. This is why we remember so clearly the smell of salt on the air, the soft pad of bare feet on the deck, the sound of water slapping the hull. Or maybe it’s clatter of wheels on the rails, the soft sway of sleeper cars in the early morning light, the hum of jet engine, the first light as you pop up above the clouds.

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All of these things mark beginnings.

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Me, I like that night before. I like when you’re still imagining what it might be like. Still trying to picture it all in your head, fit yourself into your own imagination. You’re still the one at the helm. Tomorrow life will take over, steer you where it will, but that night before everything is possible.

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The hardest voyage for me to imagine is my children. My son will come forth out of the world tomorrow. I try to picture what he looks like. It’s marginally easier than it was with my daughters, since I can imagine he might look like they did. But he won’t. Not really. Because it’s impossible to conceive of what someone will look like before you meet them. Impossible, but fun to try.

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