Friday night was the Small Town High School's first regular season home football game, not counting the Kick-Off Classic. You know what that means: An evening of wrapping burgers and CH running up and down the sidelines with the chains. It was so awesome seeing YS in his new position:
We got there Saturday afternoon, and the view was just breathtaking:
I started to help CH & YS set up our camp, but there was a group who was waiting for us to get there so they could go to a local winery. The host of the weekend "made" me go with them. Yep, he had to twist my arm really hard.
(There's outdoor seating just to the left of the tarp.)
We went back to camp, ate brats, and enjoyed the company and the view:
Sunday involved more visiting and a lot of laughter.
And, as usual, the guys found something that had to be fixed:
We watched a storm roll through the valley:
I trusted the host to take YS for a ride around his property:
YS got a lesson in firearms from his dad:
(He did quite well!)
The camper looked great with the mountains as the backdrop:
YS was undefeated with this game (until someone beat him later that night!)
We had a couple of dogs who enjoyed the bones from a pork butt/shoulder that was smoked for Sunday dinner:
And then we experienced a downpour. The cook made the decision to wait until the rain stopped before we could eat, so there was more visiting and, of course, more laughter.
And then came the worst part of the weekend: packing up and saying bye:
(Cute, huh? Complete with a motion sensor light on the inside so you can see at night. The best part: it didn't smell!)
On our way home, we went through a little town that was having a big celebration over the weekend. We thought about stopping, but I felt dirty and tired, so we decided to save that for another day.
So...now it's back to reality. Clothes have to be washed, and Laika will have to be picked up tomorrow afternoon. But what a GREAT weekend!