They Called Me a Tricky Swamp Fox...
This past weekend, my brothers and I went camping and had a blast.
Friday-
Got loaded up and out to the campsite. We picked the same one that we had last year, so we already knew where to pitch the tent. After getting everything set-up, we went about starting the fire only to realize that the logs we procured from the nearest grocery were not seasoned and my hatchet was not in my camping gear. We ended up cold with some smoldering logs as we held our hotdogs and marshmallows over the propane stove burners.
Once we packed everything up for the night, I went into the tent to get ready for bed and Jon got the fire going by giving it a half-hearted blow from 4 feet away. We ended up smothering it so we’d have logs to burn in the morning.
We all got ready for bed, played a game of Ninja Turtles Battle Box (a most ridiculous game from our youth) and then tried to knock each other over while stand in our sleeping bags…we still wonder what our camp neighbors thought.
Saturday-
I removed all of the damp ash and got a fire going while David started cooking up breakfast. Once we had our fill and got our packs packed we headed on out for our hike of the waterfalls. 2 fall-downs, 1 monster Charlie horse while on a log crossing over an icy and fast running stream, 6 waterfalls, and 8.4 miles of hills and rocks, and death later, we discovered that we weren’t on the correct trail. Another mile lead us to Skyline drive and somewhere between 3 and 4 miles away from our car.
We got back to camp around 9 and after changing out of our cold wet clothing, fought the urge to curl up in our sleeping bags and die. We had picked up some seasoned firewood and fire starters from the camp store earlier, and we were able to coax ourselves back out into the cold for a feast. We made chili, toast, beef stew, Jiffy-fucking-Pop, pudgy pies, smores, and more Tang than you could ever want to drink. Oh, we slept well that night.
Sunday-
We got up and I made the most deliciously salty and buttery egg-in-toast we had ever eaten. We leisurely packed up as we finished burning the last of our wood and put out one of our neighbor’s fire (as they had left while their entire Sunday post was burning and ashing EVERYWHERE). We made it back home as sore as you like, but in one piece.
Friday-
Got loaded up and out to the campsite. We picked the same one that we had last year, so we already knew where to pitch the tent. After getting everything set-up, we went about starting the fire only to realize that the logs we procured from the nearest grocery were not seasoned and my hatchet was not in my camping gear. We ended up cold with some smoldering logs as we held our hotdogs and marshmallows over the propane stove burners.
Once we packed everything up for the night, I went into the tent to get ready for bed and Jon got the fire going by giving it a half-hearted blow from 4 feet away. We ended up smothering it so we’d have logs to burn in the morning.
We all got ready for bed, played a game of Ninja Turtles Battle Box (a most ridiculous game from our youth) and then tried to knock each other over while stand in our sleeping bags…we still wonder what our camp neighbors thought.
Saturday-
I removed all of the damp ash and got a fire going while David started cooking up breakfast. Once we had our fill and got our packs packed we headed on out for our hike of the waterfalls. 2 fall-downs, 1 monster Charlie horse while on a log crossing over an icy and fast running stream, 6 waterfalls, and 8.4 miles of hills and rocks, and death later, we discovered that we weren’t on the correct trail. Another mile lead us to Skyline drive and somewhere between 3 and 4 miles away from our car.
We got back to camp around 9 and after changing out of our cold wet clothing, fought the urge to curl up in our sleeping bags and die. We had picked up some seasoned firewood and fire starters from the camp store earlier, and we were able to coax ourselves back out into the cold for a feast. We made chili, toast, beef stew, Jiffy-fucking-Pop, pudgy pies, smores, and more Tang than you could ever want to drink. Oh, we slept well that night.
Sunday-
We got up and I made the most deliciously salty and buttery egg-in-toast we had ever eaten. We leisurely packed up as we finished burning the last of our wood and put out one of our neighbor’s fire (as they had left while their entire Sunday post was burning and ashing EVERYWHERE). We made it back home as sore as you like, but in one piece.