Montana is infamous for it's unpredictable weather. The saying goes, "If you don't like the weather in Montana, wait five minutes and it will change." But there is one thing that almost always stays the same weather-wise, year after year. It rains on Memorial Day Weekend.
Most folks choose to ignore the weather, or endure it, and camp, barbecue, and play outside anyway. Our family is no different. There was camping, fantastic food, fourwheeler riding, and one raging warm campfire.
For dinner, Andy masterfully grilled up steaks, Mike mixed up some Southern Gin Buckets for all us Northerners, and cousin Brad made this:
This is not your average corn on the cob. This is corn on the cob, dipped in honey, rolled in crushed corn flakes, and deep fat fried. This is a little taste of heaven.
And of course, no camping adventure of any magnitude would ever be complete without s'mores.
These bad boys were made with....not chocolate candy bars, but....wait for it....wait for it....chocolate frosting. They were amazing.
No really, they were super good. I mean, who doesn't love s'mores anyway, but seriously - you should try this.
This barbecue, of course, also had wet dogs. No party of ours is ever complete without wet dogs.