She declared that we couldn't eat foilburgers without that spice. I wish I could remember its name. I think it was paprika. Then, we put on sliced celery, carrots, potatoes, or almost anything else that we thought would taste good. Finally, we'd wrap the tinfoil around the burger and put it on the fire.
Some people call foilburgers a hobo dinner.
A truck from camp brought tents, sleeping bags, backpacks, and coolers full of lemonade, water, and food. The second day, we rode through that barn. We mostly stayed on a gravel road. On either side, the forest was lush and green. Overhead, the sky was blue, and the warm sun shone down.