It's the little things, like a s'mores around the campfire, or pies like this when you get home from camping, that make you remember your nationality identity.
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It's the little things, like a s'mores around the campfire, or pies like this when you get home from camping, that make you remember your nationality identity.
Here's a scene from our recent camping trip. Nights are already pretty cold in late August. Our campsite by this river was about 3000 feet.
Camping requires firewood. On our camping trip, there were four men, including these two Mongolian brothers, to help gather and stack it up. For some diversion, they try their hand at roping the makeshift "steer horns" in the foreground.
Here's Renee picking rhubarb that grew along the road. We were on our way back from camping and someone spotted it. Not having a garden of our own, being apartment dwellers, this is the next best thing. Maybe even better. Mongolian pie anyone?
Today we were invited to witness a Mongolian wedding. The bride and groom here are about to enter their brand new Ger! Just afterward, the new bride lit the fire in the shiny black stove. Fire is symbolic for health, hospitality, and is close to the Mongolian heart.
We took a short trip to the countryside today with some friends. They directed us on dirt roads about 30 miles from Darhan to this place. The family we visited had a tractor, jeep, 8x10 building, and a small Mongolian Ger with a tall TV antenna alongside a solar panel. But they're real wealth was the herd of horses that stood in the nearby river. We rode through a sea of Mosquitoes to get a close look at about 40 head, none near as tall as this one.
Imported chocolate and graham crackers were delicacies, but the marshmallows we roasted really rounded into SEVERAL succulent S'mores. It's the little things you miss, and snap up when you see them again.