Living off the land, roaming the country side, reading Thoreau, and drinking coffee. There isn't a lot of room in the satchels strapped to Molly, but you've got the essentials - bedroll, some rice and beans, few books, beat-up old pot, silver spoon, your grandfather's military issued Zippo, that haggard tin cup, pop's old Winchester (the one that won the west), manual coffee mill, and your bag of Madrona. The suns rays are your alarm clock, but the blue jays help out too. After a good morning stretch you mosey down to the creek and dip your pot into the brook. There's still a few embers on the fire so you're able to get it going pretty fast. The water boils in no time. Use the hot water to rinse out your cup then put your fresh grounds in there. Pour the water over the grinds until you can't no more. After pondering the days chores for a moment, take that silver spoon and “break the crust” on the top of your coffee. It turns the top of the cup into a lovely brown creamish color, which you then scoop off and discard to the dirt. Simple brew for your simple life. All the flavor in the cup reminds you that sometimes the simple things in life are the best.