Before the sun went down, we took a leisurely stroll along the Missouri riverbank. As the spousal units approached the bridge, one of the husbands, who shall remain nameless, said, "If you want to get them riled up, just say something about the load limit on this bridge." I wouldn't touch that one.
Darryl and Jack enjoy the view of the calm Missouri. There
wasn't even a breeze that afternoon.
On the left, the men engaged in sartorial chat and compared
their footwear. On the right, the table was ready for a splendid meal.
Jack barbequed the game hens--delicious.
A campfire kept us warm so we could enjoy the outdoors late into
the night.
After an exhausting day, we treated ourselves to a death by
chocolate fondue dessert.