Procrastination
Aside from a couple of bumps, the camping weekend went well at Possum Kingdom. Jose, Jeremy, and I left early Friday afternoon, and made surprinsingly good time to Graford. Set up the tents, got things situated, and enjoyed the weekend. I think I may have eaten too much though, since the scale was 5 lbs heavier when I got back. Maybe it was a difference in gravity or something? But when you have the master chef grilling NY strips, brats, and burgers all weekend, it's really hard not to imbibe.
We rented a boat for the afternoon on Saturday, mostly [trying to stay] anchored at Hell's Gate swimming, and spent a little time pulling each other on the tube. Spent the rest of the evening grilling, shooting the bull, and working on the cold beer left in the cooler. If I remember correctly, there was even a rendition of Journey's Don't Stop Believin' mixed in there too.
I have to say, there was a strange family that was next to us. So strange that I really couldn't even describe it. For starters they had a tall teepee-like tent that my comrades convinced was a toilet. But it was right next to their big tent! Who puts the crapper right by all of the food and sleeping quarters? I think between the three of them they were playing with about 2/3 of a deck. Seriously. They reminded me of a family on the run, or one shunned by society in general, or maybe FLDS members. At best.
Jeremy decided that deer like Doritos Collisions - Spicy wing and bleu cheese. He was right on. The deer chomped on the chips like it was being given the Last Supper.
We rented a boat for the afternoon on Saturday, mostly [trying to stay] anchored at Hell's Gate swimming, and spent a little time pulling each other on the tube. Spent the rest of the evening grilling, shooting the bull, and working on the cold beer left in the cooler. If I remember correctly, there was even a rendition of Journey's Don't Stop Believin' mixed in there too.
I have to say, there was a strange family that was next to us. So strange that I really couldn't even describe it. For starters they had a tall teepee-like tent that my comrades convinced was a toilet. But it was right next to their big tent! Who puts the crapper right by all of the food and sleeping quarters? I think between the three of them they were playing with about 2/3 of a deck. Seriously. They reminded me of a family on the run, or one shunned by society in general, or maybe FLDS members. At best.
Jeremy decided that deer like Doritos Collisions - Spicy wing and bleu cheese. He was right on. The deer chomped on the chips like it was being given the Last Supper.