This was the second Country Fried Weekend that Terri and I have attended.The location and the weather remained the same as last year; Wildcat Campground in Suches, GA, and cold, very cold. I arrived Thursday afternoon to meet up with the guys (Bill, Gabe, Dave, Rory, and Nathan) for the evening before people arrived. That night was filled with shenanigans fueled by a clear distilled spirit that resembled parts cleaner.
Friday was clear, cold and windy. Wind gusts were around 30-40 mph and the temp was in the low 30s during the day. People started arriving around lunch time and tent campers and trailer campers began to fill up the campground. The electrical sites are wide open on a small plateau and tent sites are dispersed through the woods overlooking the campground.
I noticed one lone truck perched high above the camp and realized Tim had set up his command post with a strategic position overlooking the campground.
Once Terri arrived, we spent the afternoon chatting with folks as they arrived and completed their camp preparations. We had a great time seeing people we knew and meeting new friends. Friday evening was so cold with the wind that we retreated back to camp to make dinner and decided to stay put around the heaters.
Saturday morning we headed into the town of Dahlonega to pick up some serving utensils and charcoal to reheat the smoked pork shoulder I previously prepared for the pot luck dinner. After everyone returned from the trail rides and the kids played, it was time to get the fires and food ready.
CFW is about friends, food, and fire. Here are the pics that Terri and I took of Saturday night. There is a photo thread over on Expo that has many more photos from CFW.
After dinner, Tim shared a fine Japanese Whisky, Yamazaki, with me that was one of the smoothest I have ever had. I must also say his New England Clam Chowder was excellent. Despite his early unsuccessful offering to many vegans, it was entirely consumed before many of the other dishes even hit the table. One of the “traditions” is to burn a chainsaw-carved bear head on the fire. It didn’t last long in the blaze.
I didn’t get a shot this year of Tim serving his dish at the pot luck, so I had him pose in his tactical cooking apron the next morning. Very distinguished (some may say ”sinister”) looking.
‘Till next year guys...
-Andy
Friday was clear, cold and windy. Wind gusts were around 30-40 mph and the temp was in the low 30s during the day. People started arriving around lunch time and tent campers and trailer campers began to fill up the campground. The electrical sites are wide open on a small plateau and tent sites are dispersed through the woods overlooking the campground.
I noticed one lone truck perched high above the camp and realized Tim had set up his command post with a strategic position overlooking the campground.
Once Terri arrived, we spent the afternoon chatting with folks as they arrived and completed their camp preparations. We had a great time seeing people we knew and meeting new friends. Friday evening was so cold with the wind that we retreated back to camp to make dinner and decided to stay put around the heaters.
Saturday morning we headed into the town of Dahlonega to pick up some serving utensils and charcoal to reheat the smoked pork shoulder I previously prepared for the pot luck dinner. After everyone returned from the trail rides and the kids played, it was time to get the fires and food ready.
CFW is about friends, food, and fire. Here are the pics that Terri and I took of Saturday night. There is a photo thread over on Expo that has many more photos from CFW.
After dinner, Tim shared a fine Japanese Whisky, Yamazaki, with me that was one of the smoothest I have ever had. I must also say his New England Clam Chowder was excellent. Despite his early unsuccessful offering to many vegans, it was entirely consumed before many of the other dishes even hit the table. One of the “traditions” is to burn a chainsaw-carved bear head on the fire. It didn’t last long in the blaze.
I didn’t get a shot this year of Tim serving his dish at the pot luck, so I had him pose in his tactical cooking apron the next morning. Very distinguished (some may say ”sinister”) looking.
‘Till next year guys...
-Andy
