There is no such thing as strong coffee, just weak people.
At the Canadian and Colorado Outward Bound School we understood that good coffee was the life’s blood of any expedition, whether it was running the river, ascending a high pass or dropping into a smoldering canyon. The anticipation of good coffee was the reason to crawl into my sleeping bag at night and the motivation to get up in the morning. Coffee was slow perspective that solved problems, a flipped raft, a misread map, a day that went sideways, and the only answer to frozen boots in an August snowstorm in the Yukon snowstorm.
I am evangelical about Dark City Coffee because coffee matters and in a culture where America runs on Dunkins’ and too many Canadians think that the appearance on the outside of a package is enough to mask the mediocrity within, it is time to spread the coffee love.
Regards, Rory Gilfillan