Yann messaged me yesterday afternoon letting me know that he and Burger were on their way back to the island. They’d gotten their fill of mountain biking over the last two weeks and decided to return early. This meant when I headed to “paradise” after work yesterday, it was to gather my stuff and head home. I figured that with two panniers and a backpack, I had enough room to haul everything back by bike. As I removed all the provisions from Yann’s fridge and cupboards, I was struck with the modern equivalent of the Oregon Trail dilemma ie.”You hunted 8892 pounds of meat, but you can carry back only 10.”

“Yann, I had to buy BBQ sauce and Dijon mustard. You don’t even have black pepper!”

“Yes, I do!”

I opened his cupboard to show him his full salt grinder and the absence of its peppery sibling.

“Oh yeah, I forgot: I ran out.”

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