Because we live in such a remote area, and have such a small community, whenever someone has company, we ALL have company. It's not that we are being nosey and and hogging up each other's friends, it's just that we are all starved for news of the outside world. Or, it could be that any occasion is a reason for a party. Whatever.
Lenny, Kenny, Sandy, Dennis, Walt
So, a last week our neighbor and co-worker, Dennis, came over and asked if he could borrow my dutch oven so he could make some stew for his visitors who were coming the next day. I gladly loaned it to him because I sort of knew I would be eating that stew, too. The next day, I was working at the entrance station, when the guys came in. Even though I had never met them, when they showed me their pass and ID, and I saw that they were from Kentucky, I knew they were the guys coming to visit Dennis. Sure enough, they were. I gave them detailed directions to where their friend lived.
FabGrandpa and Zach
When I got home from work that night, FabGrandpa wasn't here, but I knew exactly where to find him. I went over to Dennis's place, and found him eating the pork and chile stew. When I came in, I was still in uniform and the guys were all, "You gave us great directions" and "How did you know we were the right people?" and someone handed me a bowl of stew. Yum.
Me and Kenny
The next night there was a party at Dennis's place. We had a campfire in the barbecue grate. It was loads of fun. Even though we hadn't met until the night before, it was like we had all known each other forever.
Lenny, me, and FabGrandpa
Zach, FabGrandpa, and Walt
Kenny tending to the fire.
