Moonlight, S’mores & Spit

‘Living in the dark ages’ has always been a favorite ‘comeback’ for millennials to say when asked a reasonable question by an elder.  So when I read the Bellingham Trails Meetup notice about an upcoming ‘moonlight and s’mores walk, on the shores of the Semiahmoo Spit this week, I was both confused and intrigued.  Am I the only baby boomer on the planet, who has never heard of the word s’mores?

Even my MS Office spell check doesn’t seem to know the word.  A guess is that it’s an abbreviation for ‘some more’ – but that’s probably too simple.  Things today are much more complex.  Like cell phones.

So, I did what I often see other people doing – holding my phone up to my mouth and asking the phone a question.  But I failed to get a response.  I tried calling it Alexa but no response.  I tried using old girlfriend names but I couldn’t remember their name(s).

I finally got almost smart and decided to Google the word.

If any of you already know what a s’more is – you can go back to sleep, now.  For the rest of you – fasten your seatbelt and stand behind the sneeze guard for the answer!  Are you ready?

S’mores are marshmallows that have been set ablaze over a campfire and then sandwiched between chocolate and two graham crackers.  Excuse me?  WTF? (Why The Face?)

Maybe, if you’re like me, you’ll remember sitting around a campfire and roasting marshmallows on a stick until they catch on fire and then you quickly blow-out the flame and eat the gooey treat.  My mouth is starting to water at the mental image.  My mouth doesn’t water up much anymore – so I decided to register for the walk to check it out.

It’s this Friday at 7:00 PM at the Semiahmoo Spit.

But Danny, what is a Semiahmoo Spit?

Relax, Spanky – the word Spit refers to a peninsula, not the drool from your mouth!  In South Surrey, we have the Blackie Spit at Crescent Beach, and I’m sure there are lots of other places with the name ‘spit’ (it’s also easier to spell than peninsula!).

So far, there are 36 other walkers gathering near the border town of Blaine, in the USA, to participate in this event.  Fortunately, the walk is only a couple of miles long – so there shouldn’t be too long a wait for the s’mores feast.  And although I haven’t eaten solid food for ten years – I am going to try one of them (I’ll just spit it out after tasting).

I can’t remember the last campfire I sat around but it was probably at the cottage in the ’70s.  In those days, we also roasted wieners on a stick – and then dipped them into a jar of mustard.  I remember, as kids, we used to gather around the campfire on a Summer night and sing songs or tell scary stories.  Also, in scouts, we used to have campfires and we even learned to start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.  And then, matches and lighters were invented.

In the mid-1970s, during a weekend drinking adventure, my buddies and I almost burned down my family’s cottage, after one of them poured gasoline on the campfire.  My friend Lincoln (Linc) Keays, who now lives in the Miramichi, was the one who helped put the raging inferno out.  But that’s another story.  I wonder if he still reads my stories?  If so, he’s probably grinning from ear-to-ear at the memory!

Some of my friends from the NW Tulip Trekkers Walking Club will be there and Elizabeth, the S’mores event host, is also a Trekkers member.  So, now that you’ve learned about s’mores – why not join us?

If you’re interested in attending this event – here’s the info:

Bellingham Trails Meetup Group

Semiahmoo Spit, 9261 Semiahmoo Parkway, Blaine, WA

Friday, April 19th  (7:00 – 10:00 PM)

BTW, bring a stick and a folding chair (and some marshmallows, chocolates or graham crackers if you have some).

Dedicated to Lincoln Keays



Today’s tune from Danny’s library (purchased):

I Was Educated by Myself – lyrics

I can’t buy the lie and it don’t matter
Even though I try to keep my health
It all seems the same, such a silly game
Played by silly fools who don’t even follow their own rules

But oh, when the sunshine follows me around
Lifts my feet and takes me from the ground
High enough to see the shelf
And to know that I was educated by myself

I have seen the streets groaning, not battered
Though amongst us all, we kept our wealth
And though the rain goes pitter-patter,
It don’t change the pain that we all felt

But oh, when the sunshine follows us around
Kicks our feet out and lifts us from the ground,
High enough for us to tell
That we were educated by ourselves

It’s a simple dream, a common pattern
A universal scheme for us to sell
And though it’s a long, long way between Mars and Saturn,
But right here on Earth, we know so well
That all we need is sunshine on the ground
And smiles and smiles and smiles from frown to frown
Just enough to make us yell
That we were educated by ourselves
That we were educated by ourselves
That we were educated by ourselves

Songwriters: Richie Havens
I Was Educated by Myself lyrics © Pacific Electric Music Stormy Forest Productions Inc.


An almost famous Film, Television & Stage Actor living in Vancouver, BC (as in almost pregnant). His other passions include: patient advocate (he had Stage 3 Throat Cancer) ; daily power walks at the Promenade in White Rock; and of course, spoiling his dog Holly Golightly. If you like the stuff he writes about - please leave a hug (or a comment).

5 thoughts on “Moonlight, S’mores & Spit

  1. I love S’MORES. I wish I could come and have some. I hope you have a wonderful walk and enjoy that fire. Happy Eastertime to you and Holly. I will be visiting a fiend in the Wack. Hoping for some sunshine. Not walking too much yet as the weather is not favorable for my condition. Soon, very soon. Fingers crossed.

    1. Well, there is another option: just come for the s’mores, campfire and moonlight – no walking. But if that doesn’t work for you, I look forward to the time when we can do a few walks together. Maybe, we’ll find a deserted beach and can build a fire and make s’mores… Hugs, Danny

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