camping like there's no civilization

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camping: oh crap, it's raining. that was our initial thought as we headed out to the campsite. after a stop for some food, we're back on the road - on the water-covered road. we took a scenic route (aka got lost for 15 minutes) then finally were on our way - we thought. we trekked over a mountain to find ourselves in a small town with folk as country as a shotgun rack on a 4x4. we sent our country diplomat, david, to talk. he points us back up the road we came on, and we set out. after turning onto the "log trucks" road, we were finding some seclusion. to my dismay, we passed a hitchhiker to fend for himself as it was nearing dusk. nearing dusk it was and we had to find a spot quickly. we did, but we were pushed to go farther to see what was up the road. after we were satisfied, we turned around and found our spot - 30 feet off the secluded road and about 100 feet from the appalachian trail.

dave and i were on tent duty. reigen and will were on fire duty. we needed a place to sleep and we needed food...fast. dave and i got the tent up with minor difficulties as our counterparts were getting wood and skinny dipping. whatever. we got the fire built, and the hotdogs were sounding as good as a bottle of water in the sahara desert. alright, considering we just left country-folk civilization, we were satisfied with the hotdogs. crap. it started to sprinkle. at least we had another tarp to put over us. with some struggles, miscommunication, frustration, stress, and fire ants we finally got it put up. then we had our hotdogs, marshmallows, stories and other camp side essentials. the fire was dying and so was our energy. 12. 1. something like that is when we hit the sack. dave, reigen, sean, will from left to right in the tent. other than the rock poking my leg, the hump digging in my back, and the daddy long legs crawling on me, i myself got good sleep other than reigen flatulating on me and will making noises unknown to man. reigen and dave claimed that our snoring kept them up all night (reigen was way more adamant about it than dave). bacon was on the menu for breakfast. 3 experiments is all it took to cook the bacon right. it was good. why did i have a hotdog next? heck if i know. cleaning up and throwing every single thing we weren't taking back in the fire followed. we had two visitors who were hiking the appalachian trail greet us. we told them we would throw their trash away. 10 seconds later reigen threw it in the fire. no decency from these canucks. the trip was good, the ride home was reminiscing.