So when Kara and I were able to get 5 weeks off to have a family Christmas in Seattle, my father-in-law set aside a weekend for a "men only getaway" up to the cabin.
We ate meat. We drank beer. We shot guns. We watched movies. Not necessarily in that order, but those were the key ingredients to the weekend.
Loomis is about five hours' drive east of where we are (just north of Seattle), beyond the Cascade mountain range. It was colder out the other side of the mountains (down to 11 degrees F at night, and up as high as the 20s F in the daytime), so we saw snow.
|The front steps to the mobile home.|
|Setting up the ribs on Saturday morning.|
With Nike's cooking, you don't really need lunch. A big breakfast - sausage and biscuits on Saturday, massive cheese-potato-meat-scrambled-egg on Sunday - and a big dinner is food enough. Prepared with his own recipe of rub (containing who-knows-how-many different spices), those ribs were excellent. And yes, I did eat a whole rack on my own.
|The calibres I shot over the weekend.|
And I was out in falling snow!