"If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years, how man would marvel and stare." Ralph Waldo Emerson

I've got the chickens trained so that when I make my (poor) imitation of clucking they come running. I have a small bag of cracked corn that they LOVE, and they know that sound means they'll get a handful thrown into the run. I did that so if they're somewhere I don't want them, like headed into the road or wandering too near the neighbor's, I can call them back. And I throw it in the run so I can use that method if we're going to leave during the day when I normally let them wander the property.
If you've never seen seven chickens running as fast as their legs will cary them you've missed a hilarious sight.

I was one of the millions of Americans who go (or in my case, went) to a gym. I went five days a week, starting when we moved to Sun City 10 years ago and got access to a pretty nice facility as part of living in that community. We then joined a pretty good and reasonably priced gym shortly after moving here. When we dropped that membership I paid attention to the effect on my fitness and noticed the change. Despite my best intentions I haven't maintained a daily regimen of doing the exercises that don't require a gym setting, though I'm still doing pull-ups and, before I messed up my back and knee, jumping rope and running to get an aerobic workout. ((I hope to be back to that in a week or two.)
But despite the fact I've probably lost strength in specific muscle groups I'm not sure my fitness has dropped significantly. Living on Baker Rd. is a pretty physical experience, and yesterday was typical in that regard. I climbed the ladder a dozen times as I worked inside the loft and trimmed out the exterior of the loft window. I used the chainsaw to cut that dead Alder into rounds, got most of it split using the maul, and then stacked that wood in the woodshed. I carried 5-gallon buckets of water down to water the berries and the rhubarb, and I walked 1/4 mile up to the mailbox and back.
Gyms are a western concession to the reality that most of us lead sedentary lives. That's not the natural order of things, which is why you rarely see obese people in underdeveloped countries. Part of that is diet - they don't have prepared foods high in sugar (or BACON) - but they also stay active for most of their lives, doing by hand most of the things we have machines to do for us. They tend their gardens, feed and herd any animals they have, do their laundry by hand, gather firewood....
In AZ there was nothing to do for exercise that was normal. We lived in a small house on a desert lot with ground that required a pick ax to penetrate and grew nothing but citrus trees and cacti. A gym was the only way to stay fit.
I like life on Baker Rd. a lot, and the level of physical activity is one reason. Swinging a splitting maul beats KB swings by a wide margin.

I think it would be fun to do a specific food trip. For example, ribs. Go to key cities or areas known for their ribs, moving from one to the next, to compare the styles. Kansas City, Texas, New Orleans, Nashville....
Clam chowder in Boston, Seattle, the Gulf....
What other foods/areas?