Glorious weather here this first weekend of summer (we’ve halted work on the ark) and both girls were home, but not at the same time. One daughter left yesterday to do research and one is back from visiting family in the Netherlands. Nice to have them home, albeit briefly.
Summer means camping, and camping is my thing. When I was little, my family did a yearly pack trip in Wyoming from a ranch in DuBois up to Simpson Lake on the Continental Divide. We’d catch trout for both breakfast and dinner and try to keep the moose from getting corralled with the horses. We also had 100 acres that straddled the Salmon Falls River on the New Hampshire/Maine border. My dad made the best gorp and I wish I’d gotten the recipe from him. For years my younger daughter would humor me and we’d pitch a tent in the back yard in late August. However, last week an osprey dropped a huge fish on my fav backyard campsite and I made the fatal mistake of sending her a picture — I bet she’ll take a pass this year. There are some great Upstate glamping options in Vogue and the one above looks amazing.
This summer I’m going to tweak some of my tried-and-true recipes. Roasting the corn for my corn salad (thank you, Bon Appétit), substituting ground chicken for burger has been delicious, and a pinch of tarragon in the lobster salad should do the trick.
Welcome to summer, everyone! xp
High-rise skinny jeans
Dunkled putty bonded cotton 3/4 coat
A-line bouclé skirt
Poplin tie front maxi dress
Tribute leather sandals