Tube Meat

Yesterday the blue sky was out and temperatures must have reached beyond 60. So after work, Scott and I packed a campfire dinner (fake brats, some bread, jet puff marshmallows, hershey’s, graham crackers, and our last bottle of amber and stephen’s home brew) and drove out to the sand spit. We weren’t alone. There was a family flying kites and roasting processed tube meat as well, but they left soon after we arrived. And there was a group of high school teenagers, who I imagine stayed right where they were long after old Scott and I left around 9.

Times like these really make you forget about the $5.09/gallon gas.