When I met the bee man of Lake Metagoshe

the last of a jar of honey sparks a sweet memory.

Almost exactly two years after I purchased a jar of honey from a man on the side of the road in North Dakota, I rattled a spoon in the almost empty jar. I scraped the sides for the last bit of pale, crystallized honey that reminded me of distilled prairie sunlight.

Most of the things you pick up on camping trips are ephemeral; memories and photos, maybe. There's no room in a trailer or a tent for mementos​,​ knickknacks; ​or ​physical objects. 

But every now and then, you get to pick up something that really captures the essence of a place that you visited, and this particular jar of honey ​w​as such a treat. 

We kept it in the trailer, so that we only used it when we were camping​, a​nd that made i​t ​last​ for two whole years. 

Thank you, Bee Man of Lake Metagoshe, for the sweet memories.​

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