Iced tea

You miss the simpler things in life at a wilderness camp, like iced tea. It's not a nice medium-rare steak or juicy hamburger at the local restaurant, but a tall glass of freshly brewed iced tea.

While we enjoy cool water drawn from the depths of Loon Lake, Debbie and I long for an ice cold beverage after a nine-day stretch in the kitchen.

The first thing we did at The Forrester, a pub and grill in Camino, California, was to ask for a glass of iced tea. Filled to the brim with crystal-clear ice cubes that melt into the tea, the first two glasses slipped down easily. Our served left the pitcher after she poured my third glass of iced tea.

Our refreshing beverages (Debbie ordered ice water) were the hit of the evening. Debbie's shepherd's pie and my baby back ribs took second place to our ice cold thirst-quenching drinks.