The Spam sure tasted better cooked over a fire (not hot coals) so you would get it a little scorched and the ashes did always add to the flavor. Your hand would get a little burned from holding the frying pan over the fire (you had to keep the fire small) and the hot grease would splatter on your hand and arm.
If we were real lucky on a hike, someone would bring in a car to the campsite and meet us there with some eggs. Spam AND eggs, now that was living on a hike.
That was a pretty darn good breakfast out in the sticks. The grease and the smokey taste of the Spam all bring back some great memories.
Yeah, that was back when camping was camping. Not parking an RV in a paid spot, as close to the showers & clubhouse as possible; but finding a decent place, setting up the pup tent, clearing a fire ring, digging the latrine, etc.
For a lightweight cooking top, I salvaged a narrow wire-type shelf, about 12" X 16" from an old fridge; it tied to the outside of my backpack.