With summer days winding down I wanted to remember one of the best parts of long lazy days. I love driving for hours to get to a secluded spot on an open mountain range, parking on a hill of dirt and rolling out the weenies! Now normally I really hate hotdogs, but my kids love them. And a hotdog doesn't really taste like fake meat when its been roasted over an open fire and infused with the flavor of cedar, smoke, and dirt. And then the best part is following that processed log with a gooey, sticky smore. Yum! Are you drooling yet? I didn't think so.
Walking in a Pink Wonderland
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