A night out the cabin was just what the mental health doctor ordered.
Unplanned and spontaneous, Pudd and I headed out over the TCH for Goobies around 7:30.
A few drinks, a light snowfall, the stove packed tight with wood and a few steaks (and all the fixings) made for a stress free full night of debachury with the Boys.
It was one of those nights where the crac was fine and the tank never quite filled-up. Cracking a bottle Drambui at 2 AM and another BBQ was a little excessive, but watching the sunrise light up the snow covered trees was glorious to behold.
I love this province! Life is grand
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