This was the fourth year of the Tennille BBQ Blast. As it is now an event "sanctioned" by the Georgia BBQ Association (or something like that), the Blast drew many more teams this year.
Friday night kicked off the festivities, as teams set up and began the long, "low and slow" process for their bar-be-que.
It was nice to see that vendors also set up, so when your tummy started rumbling to all those great smells coming from the cook tents, you could grab a bite (or sixteen).
The street dance featuring the Booty Pappas lasted well into the wee morning hours.
Susanne's husband John was my companion for the evening. Susa wasn't feeling great, but we enjoyed talking to everyone. John always finds a fellow Harley fan.
And friend Karen has a smile that always lights up everyone.
Our sheriff uses the transportation du jour...
I love Lee Strickland's rig--they are all volunteer firefighters. Can you tell?
There were even bubblewands for sale.
Caravans have been refitted into portable kitchens--some quite impressive!
A long night lay ahead for some teams, but I decided to head home fairly early and fall asleep listening to the band play on.