Russian River Pub - First Bloody Mary

This weekend I did a little camping with a few friends, at Russian River just north of Santa Rosa. The site was one of those well-established spots where you have to pay registration, and there are defined camp areas, and hot showers, and an arcade; really more of a motel where you bring your own tent. Despite the attendant doing a courtesy patrol at 10 PM, it was a fine staging area for the river, and the human interaction around a wood fire is timeless.

This bread is bananas. *B-A-N-A-N-A-S*

I eat a lot of bananas. Normally I don't let them reach such a state. This can mean only one thing: banana bread.