For the 4th of July, my cavalier fella suggested that we camp. … Like, sleep-on-the-ground-in-a-tent-with-nary-a-shower-to-be-found camp. And since my initial plan to rent a cabin at Russian River had fallen through, I caved and agreed to tent it up for the holiday weekend.

Our destination?

Lake Berryessa.

We got a great site, rented a car and hit the road with our fave SF couple and both of our dogs in tow. We even stayed two nights! Ate more meat, drank more beer and saw more stars than I have in a very, very long time. So, I guess unsurprisingly, I enjoyed myself and would totally venture back for more swimmin’ and drinkin’.

But it wasn’t just all outdoorsy crap… there was eatin’ too! Can you guess what I made?