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June 25, 2008
Grim Camping 2008
God, I love our camping trips!
Earlier this year we'd talked to Justin and considered doing a pre-camping trip to AC. Well, when he started looking for tickets they were all outrageously priced. After much back and forth, we decided to cancel AC and simply go to Sharon's a day or two early; at which time he looked for tickets into Philly (much to MIke's sadness).
Justin was supposed to fly in on Tuesday the 17th. Monday night, Mike left him a PM on the guild site about calling us if his flight was delayed. Good thing he did, because Justin mistakenly thought he was flying in on Wednesday. Adding to that, he had an important meeting to attend Wednesday morning. So, we shuffle things around; he gets his flight changed to Wednesday, we talk to Sharon and tell her to hold off on dinner until the next night.
On Wednesday we pick up Justin and make the long haul out to Sharon's. She made us dinner, we watched a movie, life was awesome. Thursday we had breakfast and were about to get ready to pack up the trucks when her phone rings. It's Joe, stating he's got transmission problems. Again. Same excuse as last year! After much shit talking, we jump in the trucks and head out to the campgrounds.
When we arrived, we found out that there were already two people there--Mike and Morgan. Well, we knew Mike was one (lady at the desk simply said British accent and we knew), but Morgan didn't actually sign for his pass, so we didn't know until we'd driven to the site. We didn't get the same sites as last year, but close. We were actually one over from before. The depressing thing is that a trailer was sitting on our old campsite. It was actually said by a few people that they wonder if next year these sites will have campers too? I don't get it. Why fill your 'primitive' campgrounds with trailers? Boggles the mind.
We got the two community tents set up and started getting our tents up. Not sure when they groups started trickling in, but by the end of the night Ron and Tara had shown up, Mark, Tawny and then Chris and our other Mark. Yes, two Mikes and two Marks. Small world.
Friday had been designated horseback riding day. Neither Mike or I went this year, which was more than fine with me. That night was also dedicated to getting absolutely drunk. Whooo, man! Poor Boris and his wife Michelle showed up while we were in the middle of getting hammered. So not only did she have to deal with a bunch of strange people she didn't know but drunkards to boot! We even got Sharon drinking, which was fun. Well, from what I can recall. Ron and I got talking about music, so I grabbed my iPod (no headphones, booo!) and was showing him my godly amount of music. Very fun.
Saturday we went rafting. I hadn't been intending to go at first, but it sounded like so much fun that I finally agreed; Mike stayed at the campsite. We had four boats: Sharon, Mark, Mike and I; Justin, Chris and Tara; Ron, Morgan, Boris and Michelle; then Chris and Tawny. The river took us like 3-4 hours, which was tremendously fun. The weather was gorgeous, and there'd been enough rain that we only had to walk in like three spots. At one point, Justin launched himself out of his boat, hitting Sharon and throwing them both into the water. It had gotten to the point where almost everyone had hit the water except Ron (and I, they were being kind with my "I cannot swim!"). We decided that Ron was going in, no matter what. After getting the boats close, Mike leaned over and grabbed Ron by his vest and pulled... and pulled... and pulled! Everyone on Ron's boat was holding onto him, Mike finally had to get down in the water to finally get Ron out. Mike gets back in our boat and all is good, until I glance over and yell for Sharon to move--Ron was sneaking up behind her to pull her in!
We had dinner in town and brought back food for Mike. As we're pulling back into the site, we see someone else beside him. Joe showed up! Apparently it was an electrical issue that he was able to get fixed.
Sunday was paintball, which was so much fun. Tiring, but fun. Mike and Ron hurt themselves, which takes away some of the fun.
Almost everyone went caving on Monday, except Mike and Ron (both injured), Joe, Mark and I. Mark stayed at the campsite, while the four of us used Sharon's GPS to find the closest movie theater to watch The Hulk. Mike bought be a 'Baby Coy', small plush bear. He's absolutely adorable and sitting on my desk. (Scared the cat once, by dancing him toward her and saying, "Nomnomnom"; she nearly fell off the desk.)
Tuesday morning we broke camp. It was kind of sad, just because we'd all been having so much fun.
I miss camping so much. /pout
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