the proper thing to do

When we left Portland we did the right thing.

No one would be home for a week and a half, so we cleared out the refer and fruit supply of anything that might spoil during that point.

It seemed the right thing to do, and it was.

But in the freezer, there was close to half a carton a very nice ice cream. Linda does not eat ice cream and if she won’t neither will Emily. Hmm.

So I wrapped the package in a towel and put it in an insulated lunch box we had with us, wrapped the whole thing in my down vest and put it behind the seat of the pickup.

It was a hot day and the pickup was the coolest place. And, in about 2 or 2 ½ hours, we would be at a rest stop. . .

Sure enough, we got to the rest stop, did a bit of rest and I pulled out the lunch box.

Almost perfect. Nice and soft on the edges for me and hard in the middle for Miriam. We keep our vehicles equipped for this kind of thing with a good selection of throw away cutlery.

The rest stop was throughly in the middle of an Eastern Oregon desert and it was pretty warm. (note: much of eastern oregon would be classified as desert).

And, it was pretty sweet too!