The Beer Traveller

Melissa picked me up in from Stuckey’s & we were now headed up to our family’s camp on the St. Lawrence. A quick stop in our hometown of Syracuse so she could replenish her supplies (hair I’m guessing) & we were on our way.  Unfortunately we didn’t get the chance (or really want to) hit any breweries before leaving.  The weather was fairly shitty/rainy which provided my lil’ sis with the opportune conditions to snooze most of the way.  Hopefully she’d be sobered up by the time we met up w/ Mom & Gram.  We arrived at camp just in time for dinner. After being on the road for 2 weeks straight & driving most of today, I was asked to cook the hamburgers.  Not exactly what I was expecting, but I definitely had this routine down by now. 
Camp is where I spent 2 months out of every year growing up.  It consisted of eating, being lazy, fishing, swimming, eating, getting into trouble, drinking, cutting grass, eating, being grounded, sitting by campfires, hide & go seek @ night, & eating.  Did I mention I was a fat kid?  As you can imagine, it’s still great to come back & not have to worry about a thing (thank God for parents).
The weather was not the best, but it felt good to be anchored for a while & enjoy the family time.