I think this may be only the third campfire I’ve had out at Roundrock this year. That’s a shame, but as you can see, we put it to good use. Sometimes when we go to the woods we plan sensible meals. Other times we will “forage” in town (generally Subway sandwiches). But there are times when we decide to be “bad.” This was one of those trips.
Actually, not too bad. Those Kansas City Strips were lean (and tasty even though we forgot to pack the favorite seasoning). And the rest of dinner consisted of those roasted vegetables, including the corn on the cob cooked in its own leaves and the various vegetables cooked on skewers. The only problem we had was with the taters. They just didn’t want to cook. Libby eventually put them in a foil pack and laid it directly on the coals to cook. (Would have worked better if we’d thought to bring some oil.)
Of course whatever shortcomings the dinner had were quickly overlooked by the ‘smores we had soon after. Now, I don’t tend to favor ‘smores. They’re too sweet for my palate, and I only had two of them.
But whatever shortcomings the ‘smores had were quickly overlooked by the copious amounts of beer I used to wash them down. And I tell you truly that I slept twelve hours straight that night, but it is only coincidental that this averaged about one hour to each beer I had through the course of the day. I’m pretty sure I was just tired from all of the running I’ve been doing lately.