Benjamin Franklin famously said that nothing in life is certain except death and taxes. In our family, we’d also add to that list our Sunday night gluten-free pizza tradition. The steady cadence of our weekly pizzas continues, even when we’re camping in the wilderness of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains and beyond.
We’ve made gluten-free pizzas on the shores of tiny alpine lakes, hidden in stands of evergreen trees at 11,000 feet above sea level, and perched on the edge of desert canyons—with nothing more than the ingredients, a small stove, and fuel we carried on our backs over miles of trail.