I previously mentioned our new tradition but did not have many pictures. I managed to remember the camera the last time we traditioned, and obtained some more thorough documentation.
When we arrive at the site, Mick collects firewood and starts the fire.
I get the chairs and the drinks ready.
Maynar enjoys the view.
Yarrow establishes a perimeter and defends our safety from all intruders, real and imagined, until she collapses from exhaustion.
We enjoy drinks, radio, and conversation. On this particular occasion, we discussed the probability of a Black Rider appearing along the path. (I said I wouldn't at all be surprised to see a Black Rider coming down the path; Mick said it reminded him very much of the sort of path one would expect to see a Black Rider on, but he would be pretty surprised just the same.)
Mick forms the burgers (thicker in the middle because they shrink when the fat cooks) and spices them (salt and pepper, onion and garlic powder) ahead of time, at home. On site, he slices the cheese. When he determines the fire is ready, he cooks the burgers, toasts the buns, and adds the cheese.
Maynar and I keep an eye on things. Eating a hot, juicy cheeseburger while holding a wiggler is a trick I have not yet mastered!
Yarrow licks off the grill (and the juices that I drip on the ground) once we're finished.
The fire under control, the cooking complete, Maynar and Papa enjoy some time together.
Woo-hoo!!
Then we transition to dessert: bannock -- essentially a crescent roll wrapped onto a stick, cooked over the coals.
I might not always let it cook quite as long as I should -- I'm rather impatient, and don't mind the doughy-ness. :) But it is a delicious end to the meal, and Mick says you can't have a fire without cooking something over the coals. We both prefer this to the perhaps more traditional marshmallows.
Then, time to pack up and head home!
Good night!
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