An old, close friend and I headed out to a Michigan State Park for a walk. This particular campsite isn‘t that great ... in fact, it kind of sucks. It’s right next to state highway, which runs between the campers and East Bay, so the traffic is as noisy as hell. The lots are crowded together, the steel “fire pits” are poorly placed, and you have to cross a foot bridge over the highway to get to the beach. We didn’t go there for a dose of nature, though. We just wanted to smell the campfires and check out the RVs and campers and pop up trailers and tents. It was just a lot of fun to see what campers did with the limited space they had.
Boy, back on topic ... I took along a Peterson Premier System 312 loaded with Hearth and Home Chatham Manor; it goes well ambient campfire smoke. (There were a few cigar smokers out there, and two other people smoking pipes. One young guy who looked more like a soccer/football player puffed on a cob, and a lady who appeared roughly my age in a flannel shirt sipped on a long bent billiard while reading.)
My buddy and I gabbed so much while we were out walking that I only got a little over half way through the bowl, so I’m finishing it now, watching a really bad but funny episode of
Lost In Space on MeTV. Iced tea is serving as beverage.
Bedtime soon ...