Not to worry, I was completely dry inside and actually slept very well.No camping trip (especially an all-guys trip) is without some serious artery-clogging campsite grub. Our friend Mike brought his stove, which somehow was named "Three times a lady", and this was our ticket to some fine breakfast burritos, porterhouse steaks, short ribs, teriyaki chicken, and, well, hot dogs. BTW when is the last time you named your stove or any appliance/cooking-apparatus?
I believe that's 24 eggs on the griddle portion of the stove. Remember we're feeding 6 hungry golfers. 
The meats and a few onions.
More egg scramble action, with the bacon precisely situated within the mass of eggs. Sorry I don't have any pics of the assembled burritos -- I was, um, way too occupied scarfing down not one but two enormousness bacon-sausage-egg burritos wrapped in the biggest tortillas Ralph's has to offer. And you know what goes well with breakfast burritos, Guinness. Who knew?
