Welcome to Breakfast in America

I’m a Brit who unexpectedly emigrated to the USA in 2008, and this is my photo journal.

It’s an eclectic mix of things; there’s no guiding theme or topic. It is whatever catches my attention, what I’ve been thinking, doing, or piques my interest. Currently that’s mainly backpacking and clearing some of the backlog on my ‘honey-do’ list.

My favorite pictures and posts

Some selected favorites from all my favorite pictures and posts.

When did I grow old?

When did I grow old? It feels like I blinked, and suddenly I’ve aged — I was writing in my journal when I noticed how old my hands looked. I don’t feel older, but I now have my grandparents’ hands: the loose flesh, thin skin, age spots, and prominent veins. 2
A self portrait photograph of Gary Allman keeping warm in his hammock while winter camping. December 2022.

Keeping warm in my hammock

Keeping warm in my hammock — The low was 23°F (-5°C), well within the 10°F rating of my quilts. I was nice and cozy. A forecast of 20°F is my lower limit, I do this for funsies, not to prove anything.
Orange colored seventies style table lamp on a blue dresser, with hat and shotgun.

Cottage Still Life

Cottage Still Life – This photo started life as a joke picture for the girls, and then it took on a life of its own requiring a second ‘shoot’ just to put right a few of the details.

Plectranthus ‘Mona Lavender’

The soft light on a dull rainy day on these flowers Ginger picked and placed on the kitchen table caught my eye, and prompted a discovery. 2

Through the veil

Through the veil – It’s taken me a while to see the potential in this picture. I like this alternate treatment of the image.

Enjoying the view

Enjoying the view – between interludes of journaling and swimming. I even completed some camp chores.

Clouds

Clouds – I was hoping for a nice, as in flaming oranges and yellows, sunset. It didn’t happen, but this cloud formation and an otter made up for it.
Photograph of Gary Allman with his morning tea in a hammock on the Berryman Trail, Missouri.

Morning Tea

Morning Tea. Berryman Trail – Day Two, December 2020.

Frosty Morning

Frosty Morning – The predicted overnight temperatures were 30°F. It dropped to 21°F. Fortunately, I’d anticipated this and I was nice and warm in my hammock.

Grandpa

Grandpa – Grandpa and Stanley. 3

Recent Posts

  • Tired (365:088)

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    I spent too much time at the computer today.

  • Lunch break in the old barn on the Sac River Trail (365:087)

    Lunch break in the old barn on the Sac River Trail (365:087). Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Ginger has this habit of distracting me.

    Now you know why I’m laughing in the alternate shot. We went for a quick 3 plus mile hike this today on the Sac River trail. We thought we ought to get out again before we lost any physical gains we might have made from last week’s backpacking trip. The ground was wet so we sat on the edge of the floor of the old barn while we ate our peanut butter sandwiches.

    Today’s alternate shot

    Lunch break in the old barn on the Sac River Trail

  • Changing the headlamp (365:086)

    Changing the headlamp (365:086). Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    This was my major achievement for the day.

    Unless, that is, you count going to Walmart. Even more excitement ensued with a trip to Bass Pro in the evening, not too much excitement though, as they didn’t have the particular item I was looking for. Still, I got a bonus 500 reward points for buying some lightweight aluminum tent pegs for the new tent.

    I was surprised that changing the bulb required removing the entire headlamp assembly. However, apart from trying to work out how to get the bulb out of the connector it was very straightforward.

  • Snow? What snow? (365:085)

    Snow? What snow? (365:085). Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I was most disappointed to find it didn’t snow in the night.

    Those were words I was going to regret later. We were up and away early, hitting the Sullivan McDonald’s for a couple of Egg McMuffins before going to St Louis. We spent ages looking at all the desirable goodies in REI, on the whole managing to not buy anything much. I did get a lightweight backpacking tripod which would have been very handy over the past week.

    We got a call from the kids – their train was ahead of schedule so off we went arriving at the station just as their train arrived. Now I only had the two hundred odd mile drive back to Springfield to deal with. I wish I’d kept quiet about the snow. As we got near to Sullivan there were two inches; it was freezing on the road making the surface very treacherous, and it had started blowing almost a blizzard. I wonder what the troop of boy scouts that arrived at Meramec State Park the previous night made of that turn of events.

    There was a jack knifed truck blocking the I44 at Sullivan, and over the next fifty miles I counted at least 10 wrecks. Mostly and worryingly minivans that had left the road and either tangled with the central reservation or the roadside ditch.

    By Rolla the road was clear and we’d dodged the snow but it was slow and very nasty going for a while. We got home around four, and later we treated ourselves to a Mexican at our favourite place – Amigos. Pulling back into the garage I noticed that one of the headlamps was out. D’oh! They were both working on the drive home from St Louis.

  • Trail shelter, Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park (365:084)

    I started the day with a monster hangover.

    Which, of course, was totally my own fault. I obviously ate far too much cheese. I didn’t even start to feel human until the early afternoon, and lunch today was our only dehydrated meal failure – Fruit cous cous.

    Ginger in the trail shelter, Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park
    Trail shelter, Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park

    Something had to be done, so we went for a short hike on the park’s bluff and river trails. We found this curious trail shelter on top of the bluffs over looking the Meramec river.

    Further around the trail we found a cave, albeit a very shallow cave, which the Camp Host had told us about, and unlike most of Missouri’s caves we could actually go into this one. Entry into the majority of the state’s caves is banned at the moment to protect the bats from disease and being disturbed. If you check out the cave picture carefully you’ll see I’m testing my special woolen socks with a toe that Ginger made for me to wear with my huaraches.

    Cave on the Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park
    Cave on the Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park

    The other thing the Camp Host told us – after we’d picked our camping spot – was that there is a backpacking trail here with free camping sites. D’oh!

    In the evening we went into Sullivan for a nice big fat juicy steak. Tomorrow we have to be up early and head for St Louis. We have plans to hit the REI store before picking up the kids. We’ve also been told it might snow overnight, though the weather radio is denying this.

    Today’s alternate shot

    Trail shelter, Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park
    Gary and Ginger at a trail shelter, Bluffs Trail, Meramec State Park
  • Bluffs on the Meramec River at Meramec State Park, Missouri

    Bluffs on the Meramec River at Meramec State Park, Missouri. Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    I love my little Fuji Finepix F30 compact, it produces such ‘painterly’ pictures.

  • Gary and Ginger at the end of our Berryman Trail backpacking trip (365:083)

    Gary & Ginger at the end of our Berryman Trail backpacking trip
    Gary & Ginger at the end of our Berryman Trail backpacking trip

    What else could I use for today’s picture?

    Today was the day we’ve been carrying around additional clothing for. Since yesterday the temperatures plummeted over forty degrees, we even had some snow sprinkles as we broke camp.

    For a change we got away a bit earlier – the temperature in the tent being around 45°F encouraged us out! We started out bushwhacking back to the trail just after 10am and arrived at the Berryman Trail head just before 1pm. We spent a bit of time exploring and dallying on the trail, but the weather made for a quite dreary hike. This part of the trail is a lot more uneven with lots of changes of elevation. Unlike most of the trail, this section doesn’t tend to hug the contours, but dives down into the hollows and then climbs up the other side. We were relieved to find the van where we’d left it, and undamaged – as you never know what to expect when leaving your vehicle at a trail head.

    So we’d hiked a modest 24 miles (61,000 steps) in five days, our longest hike was day one – six miles, and our shortest was today’s at around four miles. To put it in context, it is possible to hike the entire Berryman trail in one (hard) day. We planned our trip around stopping where we thought there’d be water, and to last out a reasonably time as we had the whole week without the kids. We probably carried enough food and fuel for nine days, and had to carry additional clothes for wet and cold weather, both of which really pushed up our pack weights. Ginger had some trouble with her feet and knees towards the end of the hike, so I was carrying most of the heavy stuff, including extra water yesterday. Most of the time the day time temps were in the high seventies and nights were in the low to mid fifties. Though last night was below freezing and today’s day time temps just a tad above.

    All the gear worked fine, the only items I carried but didn’t use were the first aid kit, emergency kit, my toe socks and my Vibram five fingers – which I took along in case I had trouble with the huaraches. However, My huaraches worked a treat, though I need to do something about the foot-bed of my second pair as it was too rough (I sanded them down when I got home and now they are perfect). The dehydrated food was excellent, though we’ll carry a lot less in future. The water filter/purifier, stove, tent, weather radio, trekking poles (I lost the rubber tip on mine, probably sucked off in some mud), sleeping bags (a tad too warm for me), sleeping pads and chairs (yes we took chairs) all worked fine. We had a bit of trouble with the coffee filter – but that is mainly because our cups are too narrow to be stable. We even managed to use the compass to fix our position on the trail at one point. We found that on the high points of the ridges my cell ‘phone was able to get a signal, so at least once a day we could check for messages (there were none). I rued leaving my rather heavy mini tripod behind, and that is my excuse for the the rather lack lustre arm’s length self portraits I’ve been taking.

    Before arriving back at the trail head we’d realised that we had made a major planning blunder by not putting any end of trail beers in the van. So instead we drove to Potosi and treated ourselves to a nice thick hamburger. With an end of hike celebration later in the day in mind, we raided Walmart for some scotch, cheese and crackers.

    We still have two days to go before we pick up the kids at St Louis, so we headed off to Indian Creek Recreation Area for some car camping. We were not at all impressed at the state of the campsites, they were dirty, unmaintained and looked generally a mess. It gave us a bad feeling about the place. So we decided to opt for the relative luxury of Meramec State Park. What a difference. It probably looks more like a refugee camp at peak season, but at this time of year with temps going below freezing, it was almost empty. Though none of the facilities such as showers and washing machines are available out of season. We found a nice pitch in among some trees, which even had electricity not that we could do anything with it! We arrived shortly before the sun went down, and I managed to get a great picture of the bluffs on the opposite side of the Meramec river as we did a little preliminary exploration of the site.

    We foraged for downed limbs, of which there was a plentiful supply after yesterday’s high winds, and we’d bought some fire wood locally, so we could have a huge fire in the supplied firepit and grill. Dinner was a Mango chicken curry over beans and rice. The fire was lit and essential to keep us warm as the temperature was hovering around freezing. Finally, we broached the scotch, cheese and crackers and I ate and drank far too much.

    Today’s alternate shots & extras

  • Feet up, taking a break on the trail (365:082)

    Taking a short break. Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Today was a very windy day.

    We weren’t sure there would be water at our proposed overnight stopping point in Smith Mill Hollow, so we filled up with water before leaving Brazil Creek. Once more we had a late start, and we were delayed even more when right at the start of the hike Ginger managed to slip into a muddy pool and get her shoes all wet and full of mud. It took a while to dry and clean things out. Wearing my huaraches I was able to stroll straight through all the mud.

    Today’s hike started with a climb again! This time the trail had a lot more ups and downs. We took a short lunch break sat by the trail enjoying the sunshine, which was when I took today’s self portrait(s).

    I can’t praise my home-made huaraches enough. They’ve worked really well, it is great to be able to wade straight across creeks and through mud. I’ve not had any problems with hurting my feet. In 36 miles I’ve only caught my feet on sticks twice. Stones getting caught on the foot-bed isn’t much of a problem, I pick up about one a mile and because there’s no straps etc. to keep them in, they normally come straight back out. I’ve extended the sole at the front which helps prevent me from stubbing my toes. The rough foot bed surface on my latest pair has got round the problem of my feet slipping off of the foot bed when they are wet. As for getting cold, I can go barefoot to below freezing with no problem providing I’m moving, and I’ve a really nice pair of woolen socks that Ginger has made for my huaraches – they have a separate toe.

    Once we’d dropped into Smith Mill Hollow, we found the creek had plenty of water in it. So much for carrying a load of extra water. We decided to hike on down to where the trail rises back up out of the hollow before looking for a campsite. We bushwhacked for about a quarter mile from the trail to the creek – only to find the previously full creek absolutely dry. So it was just as well we had plenty of water with us.

    The wind was gusting to over forty mph and it didn’t feel very safe to be in among all the trees. We checked the trees near our chosen camping spot and none of them looked rotten or likely to fall. For the first time we had to set guy ropes on the tent to keep it steady. It was while we were surveying the area that Ginger saw a tree fall about 600 yards away. Not good. We carry a NOAA weather alert radio, and the forecast said that the wind would drop in the evening which was comforting, but we decided not to try lighting a fire in the gusty wind. With the wind, which had shifted from the South to the North came a rapid drop in temperature – around 20 degrees.

    In the evening we heard a very raucous pack of coyotes run the trail up the hollow, 400 odd yards away. Coyotes sound pretty otherworldly at the best of times, sitting in the dark listening to them pass by was an unnerving experience which led to a discussion on the merits of carrying a sidearm. Coyotes, of course, aren’t known for attacking people, but that information doesn’t help when you think about them running around outside your tent!

    Today’s alternate shot & extras

    Gary having a break on the trail
    Gary having a break on the trail. Soaking up a few rays and enjoying the warmth. The more astute may have noted that I’m wearing the same shirt. Well I did wash it in the creek, likewise my pants (trousers) but I accidentally left my tee shirt in the van back at the trail head, so I had to go the whole trip with a long sleeved shirt.
    Breaking camp at Brazil Creek Campground, Missouri
    Breaking camp at Brazil Creek Campground, Missouri
    Ginger following the Berryman Trail around the end of a hollow
    Ginger following the Berryman Trail around the end of a hollow
    Ginger on the Berryman Trail descending into Smith Mill Hollow
    Ginger on the Berryman Trail descending into Smith Mill Hollow
    Our campsite in Smith Mill Hollow
    Our campsite in Smith Mill Hollow. The overhanging rocks were very pretty. In the darkness of the night I wondered what animal might like to rest up under there.
    Our campsite in Smith Mill Hollow
    Note the guy rope on the tent. We’ve never had to set these before. They held the tent very securely in the wind.
    Our campsite in Smith Mill Hollow
    Our campsite in Smith Mill Hollow. Viewed from on top of the rocks. It almost looks like there’s water in the creek. Unfortunately there wasn’t.
  • Waking up in the woods. Berryman Trail, Missouri (365:081)

    Waking up in the woods. Berryman Trail, Missouri (365:081). Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Last night we slept under the stars.

    Day-028 Waking Up. Copyright © 2007 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.

    Although it was a warm-ish night, 55°F or so, without the flysheet set it felt quite cool, in my 0°F bag I was hot and I kept it unzipped all night. I took this picture as a homage to a picture from day 29 of my Original 2007 365 days project.

    We had cleared up and were away by 10:40 am. By 10:55 we were back on the trail proper. The Ozark Trail and Berryman Trails had split just before we crossed Little Brazil Creek, so now we were on the Berryman trail only. The day started with a modest two hundred foot ascent over about half a mile. There was a lot of evidence of trail improvements and changes being made, with very recent tracks of a large bulldozer in several places. Once up on the ridge, the trail ran nicely along the contours winding in and out of lots of very steep hollows. At one point the trail was blocked by a fallen tree. Ginger managed to scramble over it, I elected to take a more sedate bushwhacking route.

    There was some evidence of spring to be seen in the hollows, with a few flowers and some leaves showing along the trail. The five miles to Brazil Creek Campground passed quickly, and by two pm we were descending the very muddy switchbacks down to the creek. Up until that point the day had been sunny and warm, but it soon clouded over, and while we were examining Brazil Creek Campground trying to decide what to do next it started to rain. We quickly set up the tent and decided to stay put. In the evening we had a great fire in the provided fire rings.

    We’d foregone lunch in the morning’s hike so we had double rations – partly to try and reduce our pack weights. We had chicken couscous, Creole albacore and a very yummy upside-down lemon pie for dessert.   

    Today’s alternate shots & extras

    Gary and Ginger at yet another trail marker
    Gary and Ginger at yet another trail marker
    Our Mutha Hubba tent set up with out the flysheet
    Our Mutha Hubba tent set up with out the flysheet
    One of the many hollows we walked around
    One of the many hollows we walked around


  • Gary and Ginger on the Ozark / Berryman Trail (365:080)

    Near Floyd Tower Road, heading towards Harmon Spring Trail Camp.

    The day started dull and grey, with the overnight temperature somewhere around 45°F but it warmed up to 80°F later and was nice and sunny at times. We had a slow start, a problem we encountered most of the trip, what with sitting in our bags chatting, drinking coffee and eating breakfast, breaking camp and taking pictures. We never seemed to get away before eleven!

    Our plan was to camp somewhere near Harmon Spring Trail Camp, and once we were on our way we stopped only briefly so that I could take pictures of one of the old campground grills, which are scattered around the area and are being slowly consumed by the undergrowth. I also took a picture of the completely unspectacular spring, actually an artesian well, which looks like a large metal gate post stuck in the ground, out of which runs a length of metal pipe with a bit of rubber tube on the end from which the water runs into a concrete trough. We’d already taken water from the creek – we use a MSR SweetWater Water Purifier System which combines an active charcoal filter plus a chlorine treatment, so we didn’t need to help ourselves to the spring water.

    The problem with stopping near water (apart from the noisy frogs) is that it generally means the next day’s hike will invariably start with a climb of some sort. Today was no different, after a short walk up a hollow the trail started to climb a total of some 260 feet. It was fairly easy going, and after that the trail tended to hug the ridge contours. We crossed a couple of forest roads which is where I took today’s picture. The trail ran along side but not visible from a couple of gravel roads for a mile of so.

    Soon the trail started to descend off the ridge towards Little Brazil Creek, near the bottom we passed a large man-made stock/wildlife pond. once in the bottom of the valley the going was fairly boring for a while, and it was difficult to work out exactly how far down the valley we’d progressed. We stopped for a quick trail mix snack after crossing a small creek. Shortly after, we crossed Little Brazil Creek and the trail to Harmon Spring Trail Camp was very wet and muddy. We realised afterwards that someone had blazed (follow the orange tapes) a higher and drier alternative trail. I was fine but very dirty squelching my way through the mud, Ginger had to do a lot of bushwhacking to avoid the worst of the mud and water.

    Harmon Spring Trail Camp is obviously well used. There was a wonderful display of daffodils around a couple of the trees. Seemingly either brought in by the horses that are obviously tied up there, or providing more fertile ground for the daffs to grow in.

    The area was too well used for our liking, so after a quick look at the huge stock pond built around the spring we carried on along the trail until we crossed Little Brazil Creek for the final time. At this point the trail then climbs back onto the ridge over to Brazil Creek. We left the trail following a forest road running North parallel to Little Brazil Creek, and bushwhacked off the road to find a camping spot near the creek. The weather forecast was good, and the overnight temperature predicted to be up in the fifties, so we decided to not set the tent’s fly, and watch the stars from our bed. I found a pool in the creek deep enough for a good, if cold, wash.

    We spent the evening sat by the creek watching the sun go down and eating one pot pasta and chicken followed by rice pudding serenaded by hundreds of ‘peepers’.

    Today’s alternate shots

    Gary looking remarkably chipper before drinking his morning coffee. 21 March 2011 | Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman
    Gary and Ginger on the Ozark / Berryman Trail
    Gary and Ginger on the Ozark / Berryman Trail
    We followed a forest road running North parallel to Little Brazil Creek, and bushwhacked off the road to find a camping spot near the creek. The weather forecast was good, and the overnight temperature predicted to be up in the fifties, so we decided to not set the tent’s fly, and spent the night waching the stars. I found a pool in the creek deep enough for a good, if cold, wash. For a full write up of the day see my 365 Days blog. 21 March 2011 | Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman
    Watching the sunset at Little Brazil Creek
    Watching the sunset at Little Brazil Creek

    Today’s Extras

    Camping at Edward Beecher Recreation Area
    Camping at Edward Beecher Recreation Area. There’s no denying the scenery can be a little dreary at this time of year. The purple bag contains our food and trash and is hanging from a tree to keep it out of the reach of raccoons and such. It was very difficult finding a tree with a suitable branch able to hold the weight of our food.
    Abandoned campsite at Edward Beecher Recreation Area
    Abandoned campsite at Edward Beecher Recreation Area. One of the old campground grills, which are scattered around the area and are being slowly consumed by the undergrowth.
    Spring at Edward Beecher Recreation Area
    The spring at Edward Beecher Recreation Area
    Forrest Road - CR-205 (Floyd Tower Road)
    Forrest Road – CR-205 (Floyd Tower Road)
    Sundown at Little Brazil Creek, Missouri
    Sundown at Little Brazil Creek, Missouri
    Peeper
    Peeper
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