This post isn't for you people who are already hip to the love of an old, well used smoker. But for those of you who may feel they need the new stuff, the bells and even a few whistles. As with many crafts, it's about the person wielding the brush, not the brush itself.

Yeah well, before we left for Calistoga Jeffrey said a friend had given him an old smoker that someone had tossed out. It looked complete, but old, rusty and kinda funky. He sent me a picture and it looked serviceable. While I have used and owned a few of those bullet shaped smokers, I'd never actually used one with no visible air vents or access door to the fire.

Where or where is our little meat henge, where or where could it be?

Fishin', bikin', hikin', eatin', basically just goofing off and attempting to enjoy every last moment of summer. That's where. See, for many of youse guys, summer is when it's warm. For persons such as myself, summer ends when school starts, this would be next Tuesday.

The image to the right is Tiny E at Highland Lakes, 8600 feet up in the Sierra mountains off hwy 4. See? That's what we're up to!

Yay for us. See ya'll later, bye!

Biggles