The last wiener roast of the summer. That's a little sad... because it's the last one for the year. But it's also a great occasion, because by the last few weeks in August our corn is ripe, and there is no-where better to chow down on a cob of fresh corn than on a beach, by an open fire. My father used to insist that corn on the cob should not be picked until the water was boiling, and he had a point. People always comment on how sweet the corn is, and that is because it is so fresh.
This pair, stuffed with hot dogs and corn, and faces smeared with chocolate s'mores, went off by themselves for a little 'together time' on one of the docks, splashing the water, and sharing their summer memories.
And at the same time, they helped to make some of ours!
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