Sorry, 5 AWARD WINNING rib vendors. It was unclear how many ribs one needed to consume before the Rib King would grant you a noble title (Sir Pork, Duke of Swine, Earl of Wetnap,...) but we did not make it.
Not that we did not try real hard and love every bite. We rolled back to the lake, funnel cake in hand, just after Da Yoopers took the stage, played a few songs and told a off-color story about a hard-of-hearing genie and a 12 inch bic.
Summer is over. It ended Saturday night. Don't get me wrong, we have a few weeks before the pull the lifts, drain the pipes, hang the storms end of Summer but the hot nights, sticky days, 80°F+ lake temperature part of the Summer is done. So break out the hoodies and the smurf colored swimmers as the 70°F high temperatures roll in, the nights frost low areas and the lake steams every morning. Some more rain would be nice too.
-Nemo, Squire of Mild Sauce.