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APRIL 4, 2011

Yakima 5

Filed under Trips @ 11:38 am

Those of us who have been there know the words to this song by heart - fathers, sons, brothers and friends around a campfIre at night. Nothing like it in the whole wide world. By the campfire, you're free to be whoever you choose, and say whatever you choose to say. Most of the time, it's funny as heck, and chances are no one will remember it in the morning anyway. In his song Lucky Day, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Torn Waits said "Son there's a lot of things in this world that you're gonna have absolutely no use for. And when you get blue and you've lost all your dreams, there's nothing like a campfire and a can of beans."

By dumb luck and sheer focus, I remained even keeled enough through this campfire meal to jot down comments directly as they became public. If you've ever sat through a campfire like this, you'll recognize these comments immediately as the random thoughts of peaceful minds having a lovely time of it. And we did.

Notes From A Campfire:

"I can't fmd my wine glass, but I think we can do some business here...
Of course you're tired, but we must carry on at all cost...
A Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction right there my friends...
I think I need to write some poetry here pretty quick...
Fat-bottom girls, you make the rockin' world go round...
It's making me lonesome, ornery and mean...
This tastes like nothing I've never had none of before...
Give me back my wig. Baby let your head go bald. Is it snowing or what?...
This tastes so very good I forgot it was January...
I don't know how we're gonna find room for this, but we will find a way...
Apple Betty for dessert? Eight tablespoons of butter? Why not?...
At least he can relax in the evening...
Suddenly it's 85 degrees on the Yakima in January. How did that happen?...
Get out the way old Dan Tucker-you're too late to get your supper...
You ought to see my baby cooking catfish and collard greens...
Wasn't he the guy who wrote...
50,000 watts out of Mexico - listening to the border radio...
Rock me baby like a southbound train. I smell apples and cinnamon and stuff like that...
Rock me momma like a wagon wheel. Rock me momma any way you feel...
I'm gnawing on it...she said...he said...
Shoulda known better...
Come on now, chicken dance for me baby...
Tell me now, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?...
I want to see you do your best Dale Chihuly imitation right this second...
He said what?..."

Yakima River Image 21

Fathers, sons, brothers and friends - a campfire on the Yakima River.

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The last drop of the Russell's Reserve Rye gets a toasting upside the fire.

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Portrait of a wine glass from hell.

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To a screaming background ZZ Top blues tune, Jim Garner plays a
perfectly tuned air crutch borrowed from a blissful Gary LaComa.
You had to be there to really appreciate this one.

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