Camping, Fermentation, and Car Talks What’s Your Take?

Ever mixed your love for camping with a fascination for fermentation while stuck in traffic? Picture this: you’re road-tripping to your favorite campsite, sourdough starter bubbling away in the back, and suddenly your car’s quirks become part of the adventure.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever transported for a camping trip? I once hauled a five-gallon fermenter of kombucha worth it, but the looks at rest stops were priceless. And how do you keep your cooler at the perfect temp for both beer and kimchi?

Also, cars and camping go hand-in-hand, but what’s your go-to fix for that mysterious noise your car makes only on dirt roads? Mine’s a rhythmic thump that disappears the second I mention it to a mechanic.

Let’s swap stories car woes, fermentation experiments gone wild, or that one time your camping gear took over the entire backseat. What’s your vibe?

Ugh, transporting a SCOBY is so basic. I once drove cross-country with a vintage oak barrel of wild-fermented mead artisanal vibrations only. Pro tip: ditch the cooler and use a handwoven, temperature-regulating basket for your fermentables. That noise? Probably your car’s soul protesting mainstream camping culture. Mine hums in A minor very indie.

Whoa, that’s next-level fermenting dedication! My SCOBY would totally in that basket might even start a band with your car’s indie hum.