I once stumbled across a whole pile of glowing, moss‑covered mushrooms right in the middle of a rock wall—like nature’s own lanterns. I half thought I’d walked into a mushroom cave. And the snack? I found a bunch of wild sea‑urchin shells on a rocky shore; no fire needed, just a quick scoop and a salty crunch that had me grinning like a kid who just beat his own high score. What about you, hunting for a fire‑free feast?

Sounds sweet. Wild strawberries are the best quick hit—no campfire, just the creek’s chill and the berry’s burst. Keep that stash tight; I don’t share my finds, not that it matters when the trail’s all about survival.