The Thursday before the trip I loaded my truck, and early Friday morning I headed east.
The snowpack looked better than it has in years.
I stopped at Mel’s for some breakfast...
… then continued east into the desert.
Not long afterwards I arrived at the lake.
I set up a foldy-chair, lit a cigar, and cracked a beer.
Eventually the others arrived, and once they’d set up camp, they dragged their ladders into the water and started fishing.
Cornholio and I drank beers on the bluff and watched them.
I discovered that Cornholio doesn’t mind ants…
… but he hates snakes...
… and he gets really nervous if they decide to hide under his truck.
Eventually we drove down to camp and joined the others.
I checked out the kitchen area.
We had plenty of gas grills...
… along with a couple of woks.
Cornholio and I set up our foldy-chairs, poured ourselves some booze, and watched the boys catch nothing.
My brother handles the food on this trip by dividing everyone into groups and then assigning each group a meal. Friday night’s crew decided to cook up some corned beef and cabbage.
They took it a step further by throwing the corned beef on the grill, which gave it a nice char.
They complimented that with some of the best pork fried rice I’ve ever eaten.
After the feast I dragged my chair to the fire...
… and not long afterwards I dragged my ass to the front seat of my truck and went to sleep.