Stop. Hobotime.

We're the first ones from the group here. Eventually the others trickle in.

With our tent already set up we go to pick up some firewood from a place we saw down the road. It's just some guy's trailer and he's selling some very nice, dry wood out front. We pick up a bunch of it, as much as we can fit in the trunk. The guy is very non-urban, and it's weird to picture being out here NOT on a weekend rustic getaway.

Once we get a fire going back at the campsite, we cook hot dogs on skewers and chill out.

When it comes to dinner, we flip up the grill surface and make burgers. There's a can of beans that insists on being heated in-can on the grill, which I find extremely pleasant.

If I can find a rock to throw in the fire and cook on later I'll be thrilled.