Camp.

This past holiday weekend, we went camping for a couple of nights to celebrate a friend's birthday. The weather was gorgeous and we were able to enjoy the run of the mill camping activities like a good long hike with the dogs, and a sunset beer up on a high ridge, overlooking the gorgeous hills, nooks and crannies that are hallmarks of the area. And we saw a lot of deer poop!

I had been really looking forward to that hike, but I have to say that some serious enjoyment went down when I holed up in our tent, cozied up under blankets to protect against the buffeting wind, with a glass of wine and a magazine. Todd, Ryan and Dwayne set up chairs and put up numerous targets against the high hill across the wash, and did some "plinking" which, for those who do not know, is shooting a small caliber gun at small targets, like cans. So they sat there, shooting the breeze, smoking cigars and drinking beers and shooting cans. Every man's dream, right?

They were so thoroughly enjoying themselves that I had to take some photos. But if you recall, I was seriously enjoying myself, so like heck I was moving out of that tent. But luckily, the breeze came to my rescue, blew up the tent's fly and I was able to snap some shots. Check out these good ol' boys.

Can't you just smell the cigar smoke, wafting on the breeze and through your monitor?

Can't you hear the little ping ping of Todd's .22 rifle Winchester thingie (I think that was it), and the subsequent bellows of triumph when they'd send those cans flying off the rock?

Can't you just imagine the high pitched wining sounds from an over-eager German shepherd who so desperately wanted to chase every single stupid bullet because OMG CHASING THINGS and never mind being third smartest dog breed?