Let us cross over the river . . .

 . . . of "Hell Or High Water"

Watermelon Wheat Beer,

(That swill is a shameful waste of perfectly good aluminum!)

 . . . and Egg under the shade of the trees.

Everyone who grills is a slave to preparation.

Baconion rings, prepped for the Egg.

Toothpicks, getting soaked.

Shrimp, getting heat.

On the left, Cholula-coated shrimp rolled in bacon just enough to cover it.

Threaded wooden skewers through the bacon and then added cayenne pepper.

300°, dome

These garnishes for Bloody Marys are almost done.

They go into the glass with the shrimp at the bottom.  Bloody Mary is built around the skewer.

(Alas, some consumables did not survive long enough for the final photo session.)

One chicken breast flattened and marinated - destined for one helluva sandwich.

Another chicken breast cut into strips and marinated - destined for her salad.

And the bratwurst?  Purt near perfect.

As always, I assure that it tasted better than the mediocre photography portrays.