Although it was late this year, our annual Bielewicz family Pioneer Breakfast was a good time and provided a bunch of fun photo opportunities for me. It's different not to worry about simply staying warm or shivering too much to be accurate while firing a pistol—typically our day of testosterone and ass-hattery takes place in the dead cold of February. Instead, we had a nice morning of about 60°, then had rain ever more steadily sifting through the forest canopy and proclaiming itself with loud remarks of thunder that echoed from all sides. I guess it's been a while since I've been outdoors in a quiet woods when a thunderstorm starts brewing... it's certainly an interesting aural sensation. We did get rained out, but got to spend some time in my Uncle Roy's great new kitchen and man cave.
I love how my Dad looks like the little old man tending to the oven while the giants in the foreground ferociously devour the food on the table.
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