Forgot to mention that I usually haul a small BBQ grill out there, because I like grilling steaks by the campfire... in Lark Canyon, which was somewhat primitive, the metal fire rings had built-in BBQ grills, and we'd cook bratwurst and Angus dawgs on those, LOL. Fresh corn in the husk too, that's the only way to cook it. Taters as well, but those took a bit longer... sometimes we'd wrap 'em in scraps of foil brought specifically for the purpose. Slice the tater lengthwise, insert a slab of real butter, wrap it back up and put it on the fire ring grill. Cowboy coffee in the morning over a relit campfire, the coffee tossed into boiling water in a fire-blackened saucepan, 10-4??? "FILTERS?!? WE DON'T NEED NO STINKING FILTERS!!!"
Yeah, THAT is camping, not driving some custom coach worth 3/4 million dollars into the field so ya can watch dish TV as the poor neglected coyotes howl in the distance, under an equally-neglected full moon, LOL. Other assorted varmints standing by, wondering WTF is going on with the showroom custom coach, 10-4? Moi, I gotta have a little campfire smoke and grit when I hang out under the stars, the smoke in my clothing and the grit wherever it's least wanted, LOL. Nothing like some good honest field dirt & dust to add the right touch to a four-day remote camping trip, AYE??? The 1/4-mile-long Alabama skidmarks in the drawers, not so much... once the drawers get crusty, they gots ta go, and a little water goes a long way to... well... never mind, LOL.
CARDS WIN IN OT, WHO WOULD'VE THUNK IT??? Y'ALL HANG LOOSE, I'LL BE BACK LATER LIKE A BAD RASH, "10-DASH-FO'???"
