While the younguns played on the rather large log pile, the older folk enjoyed friendly chatter, an ice cold beer, and a nice warm fire that lit up the evening sky.
Now, being the farmers that we are, we had a pitch fork handy to keep the fire stirred. Well, it didn't take people long to get hungry, and they didn't want to wait for the few BBQ forks we had to free up, so they took that pitch fork and put it in the fire to get good and hot, and, well, sterilized. Then they loaded that fork up with hot dogs to roast. It worked really good too, as the handle was nice and long so one could keep a safe distance back from the hot fire.
Here's Anita Patnode and her son Weston roasting some hot dogs.
Of course, once you had your chance at stripping a long, you were handed a cold beer, and offered a chair. Hard work deserves some rewards doesn't it? The evening proved to be a lot of fun for young and old alike.
Everyone had a good time, but I think Wayne had a little more beer than he should of. A little later in the evening he began to think he was Garth Brooks. He climbed way up on top of that log pile, and asked someone for another beer. Before we knew it, he had put his thumb over the tops of his beer bottles and was shaking them up. When he released his thumbs, he had a volcano of beer coming out of his bottles. Now of course, we were all laughing so hard that no one got a picture of his little stint. But we sure will remember it.
Now that the logs were all stripped and set to dry, we had some time on our hands.
