When I was living in Houston, every summer, my boyfriend and I, and a group of friends drove to New Braunfels to camp out on the Guadalupe river. We had a favorite campsite on River Road and the owners knew us well. We would always bring a brisket, and the owner would throw it on his smoker to slow cook overnight. One of the girls in our group also cooked up a storm and packed lots of food, even fried chicken, so we always had plenty to eat. Nothing tasted better than cold fried chicken when you’re floating down the river with about 18 beers in you and more to come. There was an old truck that would drive us to the furthest point of the river to start our float journey and we would float four hours until we reached our campsite.