There was a time in my thirties when the first thing I would do when finally arriving at camp was to crack open a beer. Often followed by a greasy sausage, sliced cheese and cookies. But those days are over but I still often pine for them as carrots and even fresh blueberries, strawberries, and bananas aren’t the same.

I will have an occasional beer while camping but no longer is it a 36 rack over a three day weekend. I don’t drink more then 2 beers a day, many times less. Maybe one with lunch and one by the fire but none of this be drunk and merry for all of camping, legitimizing it by saying camping’s a physical activity and calories don’t count in the wilderness.

Mostly by the second day I’m okay with the change. I like the healthier meals that maintain a constant blood sugar levels and rich in protein keep me going for a good portion of the day. I don’t miss the hang overs or feeling bloated and sick from eating so much crap. I have more energy, the hills seem shorter and easier to climb.