But what really makes the food better in the blind?  Is it the unrelenting cold and the prolonged exposure that makes a normally tepid cup of coffee seem as fresh and piping hot as a cup from Missy’s Diner?  Maybe it’s the death-defying feat of lighting that rusty, dirty propane burner with a very unstable regulator in an enclosed space while surrounded by the highest quality tinder mother nature has ever produced.  Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the only cleaning done to the skillet and spatula in the past month has been your buddy wiping it out with the roll of paper towels that have sat in the brush and cobwebs since your lightly-attended “blind cleanup day” back in late-August.  Whatever it is, blind food is just plain good, and worth the early wakeup, drive in the dark, freezing boat trip it took to get there.