Saturday, October 1, 2011

Tossed Salad

No, not in the prison-sense...

The first time I went to Moab, in the late 80s, Val and I rode the Slickrock Trail on a rainy cold day.  We both knew that we would be out on the trail for a while, and it seemed like a good idea to carry lunch with us;  not just snacks.

So, we went to Subway and got a couple of 12" subs.  I stowed them in the trunk bag on my rear rack, and we took off riding.  After a couple of hours, we decided to take shelter under a rock ledge and eat our lunch.

We pulled up to a handy overhang, and settled in.  I unzipped the trunk bag and pulled out two bags of what had once been sandwiches.  Now, they looked like salad made in a food processor.  All of the bouncing around on the trail had done a number on the hoagies.

We managed to eat the shredded sandwiches, though.  And we enjoyed them, too.  It's funny how some good-old physical exertion on a cold day can make food seem pretty good, no matter what it's form.

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