Camp

Well.

I went camping. I had a good time.


Cooking huge hamburgers on a five pound skillet, with every kind of seasoning, was very enjoyable. The buns, though smashed, tasted fantastic. We were short on condiments but the A1 steak sauce went above and beyond the call of duty.

We did burn a cooler. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Either it enters the atmosphere via burning or it sits in a landfill for years and years and years...
The inflatable raft that was burnt, well, apparently AJ didn't want to carry it back down.

Now for a brief story-

So there I was... nearly asleep after talk of bears and cougers. I just managed to get find a comfortable spot on the ground.

Then about two camp sites away I hear someone YELL, suddenly and angrily "S&*T!" Of course I wake up semi-surprised. It hasn't been the first time I've heard some guy yell a curse into the sky. Then I hear a very low growl. Sounded just like a very unhappy dog...

then this dog just attacked our tent for no reason. Kyles mad, scared and was acting like a cornerd animal, AJ is tripping over himself trying to find his knife, and I'm struggling to grasp the situation.

Actually the growl was simply Kyle snoring. But I didn't get to sleep for another good hour.

And in the middle of the night an animal knocked a rock into the lake.

The End

I tried fishing. I didn't catch or even get a bite. The lake is deep and the fish like to hang out in the middle.

That's all I feel like typing