I have no idea how this picture relates to anything, I've just been aching to put it out there.

Due to the insanely nice weather we've been experiencing here in the A.U.B., I decided that it would be a choice time to go and check out our old summer stomping grounds at the Saugahatchee creek in beautiful Loachapoka, Alabama.

Since I was pretty sure that the water would be much too cold for anyone in their right mind to go swimming in (I would later be proven very wrong), I decided that we would need something else to do out there. I figured that the allure of hot meat might be something powerful enough to attract at least a small crowd of folks to the creek.



Besides, who could resist hot dogs that were grilled only after spending a great length of time (15 minutes or so) in the "Marination Station"?

The answer, of course, is 'no one', and so Adam, Miles, Rollie, Conor, Eoghen (Conor's younger bro-ham) and I headed out to the creek.



Conor came decked out in full Ween regalia. He was more than ready to Coot-R-Done.

Unfortunately for Conor, and everyone else present, the "Instant light" charcoal which I had retrieved from my father's shed had somehow gone bad and wouldn't instant light. I'm not exactly sure how a fucking rock goes bad, but somehow this particular collection of rocks managed to.



Everyone did their best to get the fire started, but it just wasn't happening. It was then that I sent Miles and Adam to go and get some lighter fluid from the closest store, that being Greenway groceries located on Highway 14.

Much to our dismay, Adam and Miles returned empty handed. It was then that Adam and Miles lost the faith and decided to call it a day.

It was also this point in which Rollie lost his shirt and decided to hop in the water. I don't know if I can stress enough how cold this water actually was. It hurt just to put your toe in. This is like ice water mixed with anti-matter. It was insanely freezing. That said, here's Rollie's HONEST-TO-GOD reaction after emersing his entire body into the water which I have just described:



His facial expressions, when taken out of context, would imply that he's just witnessed his first and only child being sucked up towards the heavens in an F5 tornado. I guess that's about how he felt after some shit like that. The man is crazy.

So, after Rollie's insane aquantics (aqua + antics; use it if you like) it was time to get crackin' on the fire. Everyone collected small sticks and brush to be used to ignite the fire which we built on top of the charcoal bed in the hopes that it would be enough to heat our meat. Indeed, our endeavor proved successful and we ate a hot, fresh, and savory dinner just as it was getting dark over the creek bottom.



Eoghen gave the meal two thumbs up.