So What Do You Take On Vacations?

I *may* be eccentric, since I find that I take things on vacations that other people don't. I thought I might share some of those with you, my most humble of readers.

First of course is the towel. What space traveling gentleman would be caught dead without his towel? Not many, that is fo' sho'. A white towel may not be the most appropriate color given that we are journeying to the wilds of Scotland, but it is the comfy-est (yes that is a word, I just invented it and also have the patent). So in it goes.

Below that is my trusty wool peacoat. As the saying goes, Wool is Nature's Goretex (TM).

Also required is a bottle of our finest house vinted Tempernillo, lovingly wrapped in recycled plastic wrap and celphane tape. Aren't the lines gorgeous? Well, not particularly, but that really isn't the point.

See, this is a bottle of wine made here in the Northwest that will be enjoyed by the denizens of the Emerald Isles. This could potentially bring about wonderful, magical experiences (unless it is corked, and then it will just be nasty). Regardless, this is the first time that a wine from Oregon made from the grape of the Tempernillo vinted below Salem yet above Roseburg will have been enjoyed by someone in the South West of England next to an Aga oven that may or may not work while discussing computer and development related activities. And that's what I call groundbreaking.

No gentlemen travels to the lands of the Picts and Druids without his trusty truffled salt--that would be an insult to Haggis and tartans and Tweed and Jeff Tweedy and Wilco and Ryan Adams. So it is safely packed away, next to our stone ground whole wheat.

Due to the fact that I am, uh, due to make crepes upon arriving to this fair country, I anticipated the need of high quality flour. This flour was made by a local company who then transported their wheat many hundreds of miles to be ground then transported back, which really nullifies any carbon benefit they may have had. Nevertheless, it is the most delishus, tastiest flour I have ever ingested and shall be the Bell of the Crepe Ball.

One needs his fun pills, does he not?

And finally, to document this excursion in all it's detail we are employing the service of two HD video cameras, one 12 megapixel pocket camera, several phone cameras, a dedicated audio recorded, a laptop, a monopod, a tripod, and a quadroped. Wait, nix that last one, we don't have the hay bales needed for that endeavor.