Camping

Camping log, Stardate June 29th through July 5th.

Saturday, June 30th... I arrived at camp late as usual. Got kinda buzzed the night before. Dave, his Dad, and Lee were all there. Everyone had to go back for something, so Lee and I went out to the river to do some fishing. Ken, his sister and niece came a little later and UH-OH, the beer starts flowing. People started rolling in a few hours later. We all decided to go tubing that afternoon. I was bartender...hehe. We strapped a cooler to a tube and tied it to mine. God, It was relaxing. Someone would yell, "Beer Me!" and I tried as hard as I could to launch one to them. It's harder than you think. Collecting the empties was even harder. An hour later I found myself separated from the group because the beer tube came untied and I almost lost Dave's keys in the river. We finally got out. Packed all of us in the Altima, tubes held out the windows and proceeded to drink ourselves silly. We cooked food and picked on each other all night. We all passed out around 12:30 a.m. Long day!

Sunday, July 1st... We all woke up early because the sun is a bitch in the morning. We had a good breakfast and started cracking beers once again. This time Brett and his girl came up. They arrived just in time to hit the river for some more tubing. We started down the river and again brought a good buzz upon ourselves. We got back in time for some real bad ass thunderstorms. Everyone took a nap but Dave and I. Some of Ken and Dave's Friends from work came during the rain, but it let up shortly after. Some of us went fishing and kept on drinking. My Dad came up with our big raft and my dog Bud. We all got tore up and I even tweeked on Dave. Oops. So I got in a kinda pissy mood until around 1:00 I hear everyone laughing from Ken's tent. They were saying the funniest things. I locked my damn keys in my car a few hours earlier and one of the guys said "You won't get them out, you drunk." Never dare a Drunk. I tried for a while to open my car then everyone decided to come out for another beer. We laughed till around 5:30. About a half hour later and about 6 different sticks, I broke into the damn Laser and passed out.

Monday, July 2nd... I woke up around 8:00 a.m. for a reason I have yet to figure out. Still buzzed and not able to sleep, I drove down to the Y in the river through the fog. Thought the fishing would be good at sun-up. It was a bitch to drive on the road though. I threw a few lines in and got a few bites. The next throw I hooked into an 8 inch rock bass. I strung it up and tried for anymore fish. No more luck. That fish was lucky that I didn't catch any of its relatives. Because a few more and I would have taken them back to fry up. I just let it go and went back to camp where breakfast was being started. Of course, the beer started flowing and we chilled out and threw a few lines in the river until three girls that work at Hoss's. Oh yeah, we when up to the dam to take a crap then fished it. Lee fell and ripped his hand open pretty bad. He has some bad luck. Anyway, we all hopped in the river, and floated down again, with my Dad, and Lee, the gimp, as our bartender. After 2 hours and and a shitload of beer, we got out and tied and held 7 tubes on dave's car and the raft tied to the top. It was a sight to see. Hehe. My dad, our cooler, and I sat in the trunk While everyone else squeezed into the Altima. There where inflated crafts everywhere. Beer huggies and cans flying all over the place. After getting back, we all ate and Brett and I took the raft out again to go fishing. That bastard got a bite off of almost every cast. But we had fun and drank some beers. Everyone got worried back at camp because we where out so long so they came down to the end of the river and bitched. Then they took off after we didn't get out of the river. We couldn't find a way out. Brett and I paddled to the boat launch, after much work. Buzz On! We hid the raft and walk to my car. It was at least a 20 minute walk and Brett's girl and my Dad came looking for us. We said everything was cool and tied up the raft on my car and drove back to camp. Well, the raft wasn't actually tied, Brett was holding the ropes. Well, needless to say, beer didn't help the situation. Brett went to grab a smoke and forgot the ropes weren't tied and let go. ZZZZZZZZttttt, there went my raft. Hehe I got a good laugh out of that. We got back to camp and opened some more beers. Brett puked on a few shots of TA-KILL-YA. and went to bed. I decided to go take a bath around, 1:30, in the river. I hid my clothes and towell cuz I know how my friends are. The camp got yelled at for my obnoxious singing and profanitly. Oh well. It took me about ten minutes to find my clothes that I hid from everyone else. Hehe. The rest of the night, I'm not too sure what happened.

Tuesday, July 3rd... I actually slept in till around 10:30. I needed it. We again, ate a good breakfast and did some fishing. Oh yeah, yesterday we made a beer run. I thought three cases would last me. Hehe, I thought wrong. We all hopped in the tubes and grabbed a cooler. It was the same relaxing experience as the few days before. Ahhhh, nature. The night got a bit wild. Dave decided to try some carp fishing after we all bong a beer, keep in mind the whole day of drinking. I got Dave's Dad to bong more beers with me cuz I thought it was funny. After dark we got into two separate cars and went down to the Y in the river. After we got our lines baited, it started pouring. So much for that. We went back to everyone else sitting under a tarp drinking and laughing. I have bunch of pictures form that night Dave's Dad and I bonged yet, even more beers. I even woke tyler up after he passed up just to bong. Hehe. I even ate a fly that I picked out of my beer. I took a trip to the swinging bridge with a buddy later. When we got back there was a Marine fag who was telling Dave's Dad that he couldn't out-drink him. Some guy we didn't even know. I couldn's stay up any longer and passed out forgetting to turn off my radio, and yes I slept in my car the whole time (It's comfy).

Wednesday, 4th of July... I felt like shit when I woke up. Made a few egg mountain pies and didn't start drinking till around 1:00 p.m. I hopped in the river for another bath. Everyone's family came up and made some damn good food. We decided to go tubing and about 10 minutes down the river, Dave realized he forgot the damn keys to his truck. Lol. A few beers later we forgot about it. He got a ride up from some redneck and we packed all of us in the truck. It was worse than before. We even had some tubes pop off the jagger bushes on the side of the rode. We got back and drank a few more beer until one of Ken's co-workers and I went down the river alone. Hey, it was the last night, gotta enjoy it. After we were finshed, we went back to camp where everyone was drinking hard. Even my brother came to visit with a case of Moosehead! He brought some bottle rockets and we shot them at Brett, and the sky, where you're supposed to shoot them. We tried to get the fire hot and high enough to beat a camp's nearby. Bud wondered off and everyone started passing out in their chairs and going to bed one by one. I passed around 2:00 so I'm told. No music, since my car battery was dead.

Thursday, July 5th... Woke up feeling like shit, packed up, gave the Laser a jump start, and went home.

When I remember more I'll update this page.