Around 11:00 we followed Becky and Dennis into the wash and bounced along southward for about a mile, eventually we turned right up the bank and onto a rocky track.

We zigzagged around rocky outcrops and crossed gullies until we came to a flat spot with a large fire pit at one side.

This is the place where an ancient ritual was about to take place "The weekly Wiener roast ", a tradition that is at least 2 years old.
We kindled the sacred fire and impaled our dogs on the ceremonial skewers.



After the fire had burned down to coals we braced the skewers against the rocks of the fire ring with the dogs above the heat. In a short time we were treated to the sound of sizzling fat from the wieners dripping on the coals and the aroma of mystery meat and hot dog skins charring.

In time honored fashion we wrapped the dogs in bread buns and applied generous amounts of condiments ie. mustard, ketchup and relish.

After a word of benediction "leseat" we attacked the dogs with gusto.

It was a fine day after the morning clouds drifted away to the east. The sun shown upon us warm and comforting.

We sat at a distance from the fire, talking and laughing for a long time.

Around 3.00 we mounted our machines and drove away from the ceremonial site sated and happy. We climbed over several steep hills, across more gullies and through sandy washes until we finally came back to Tyson Wash where we turned north and drove back to Holiday Palms.