I had spur-of-the-moment camping food. "Chocolate, cheese, and ice cold water in a real forest setting. On the way, listen for distant cow bells. Butterflies in flight may delight and remind to leave their world pristine..."
Or, everything tastes good when you're camping. Pack it in, pack it out. Now you hear it, now you don't. That bell might be tolling for tomorrow night's steak house din-din.
But the real truth is that we could not park near home, so we camped out until 1 a.m. and came back for work. It was amusing. All is well.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)