A little progress, perhaps:
From this:
To this:
The fire pit ended up a wee bit deeper than I pictured it in my mind. It will be known as "The Fire Pit of Doom."
Okay, so it's not actually done...but still, we're getting there. Somebody find those buffalo/jalepeno brats for the grill. Kimberly's already purchased the smore supplies.
Note: Don't smash your finger between a hammer and a brick. It (the finger, not the brick) swells to about the size of a volleyball and turns Milford Purple.
It's off to Laramie tomorrow for the sufferfest:
