Debbie and I had a wonderful day yesterday. First we worked ourselves into a stupor, cutting and burning brush in our front yard. I estimate that we cut, carried, and burned between a ton and a ton-and-a-half of pine limbs. The fire was awesomely hot, to the point where it was painful to get within 6 feet or so of it. We started around 7 am, and by the time we wrapped it up at around 3 pm we had almost completely cleared the yard; just a few logs remain. All this to trim up just the first third or so of our pine trees!
After we got done working, we showered and headed for Descanso Junction Restaurant. There we met up with my cousin Mike D. and his significant other Diane. They're from Colorado, and they're taking a grand driving tour of the west. We caught them as they were headed to San Diego for a couple days of sight-seeing. Though we've corresponded quite a bit in recent years, I haven't seen Mike since I was a kid, close to 50 years ago. He's 11 years older than I am, so his memories of that event are better than mine. We had a grand old time, swapping stories and feasting.
Mike and I both chose the same dish: meatloaf and mashed potatoes with green beans, preceded by a seafood chowder. Debbie got one of her all-time favorites, the fried chicken. Diane, the light eater amongst us, got a club sandwich – the look of dismay on her face when she saw the (monster) size of it was priceless. Mike, on the other hand, nearly jumped for joy when he saw the gigantic slab of meatloaf that didn't quite fit on his plate! He finished his entire plate off, then eyeballed Diane's remaining half-sandwich. I suspect that sandwich didn't make it to the refrigerator last night...
We took our separate paths upon leaving the restaurant, but not before we made plans for Mike and Diane to join us for a day of four-wheeling when we're out in Ouray next month. We're going to take them to Yankee Boy Basin for some wildflowers...
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