The Sauble Report
Well, due to being nagged (and having said I was going to POST this two weeks ago the night after I got back from sauble..) I present to you... The Sauble Report.
Albeit it's a pretty boring read to be honest. There IS a reason why I don't bother keeping actual physical journals.
Day 1: So, it's Thursday. One day before I even have to be AT Sauble. Since I decided to hitch a ride with Cam, we're heading off today to meet up with a few of the old guys at Sauble a day early. Set off ~11ish after loading up on stuff, withdrawing money, buying last minute provisions and then returning to Cam's to pack all the food for the meal plan we arrive at Sauble. Sans people. Right. Set up camp, crack open a few bottles of beer, sleep. That does it for day 1.
Day 2: The ground is more comfortable than I ever realised. Despite it being rocky.. and very bumpy. A good sleep regardless. Awaken to find that what will later be known simply as "The Complex" is being setup (read: tarp, four piecies of lumber and another little tarp became an extension of the tent).Once setup was finished it was breakfast. Bacon and blueberry pancakes are VERY much teh win. Drinking time. People begin to trickle in at about fourish and steadily pour into camp. Meet and greet many a familiar face that I hadn't seen for quite some time - rather since last semester. A late lunch of burgers is had, more drinking, a little MORE drinking, a whole whack of talking and then dinner. Ribs. Oh, lucious ribs...
Goddamnit. I'm hungry now.
Moving right along. All in all, a relatively peaceful day. Yes. Loud drunken singing IS peaceful, goddamnit. If I can sleep through it, it's gotta be peaceful. Oh. Right. I think there was rain in there somewhere. I think..
Day 3: SO IT IS THE DAY. Breakfast, beach, camp, booze, redsuits. In that exact order. Now, I'm not really a beach sort of person so I perused the tourist traps nearby. Why not? Not like I wanna just sit around the entire day anyways and I'm not keen on water. Showers, sure, beaches, no. Tourist traps were rather amusing with all their knock off toys (damnit, forgot to buy the cheesy plastic breastplate!). Came back, sat down for about ten minutes then went off again, this time in search of drinkage. Sweet, sweet drinkage in slushie form. Get back to camp, get redsuits, drink, come up with new songs, sit around the big fire for a lil' bit, go back to the complex, get food, drink s'more and then pass out.
Day 4: Ou est la discotheque?
Apparently the mad chanting didn't wake me up. Just goes to prove just HOW peaceful the ENTIRE weekend was. Yup. Nothing eventful at all! Alright, that's a bold faced, lie, but that requires SO much more effort to write about. This is the entire weekend plus two in a nutshell. Moving right along. Breakfast came and turned into lunch, which turned into packing, which turned into driving back into Hamilton, which came to helping unload stuff then going home and sitting down and seeing who was online.. and then a shower.
THERE! DONE! For those of you who fell asleep, however..
Day 1: Pack stuff, get there, drink beer, pass out.
Day 2: Wake up, eat food, drink beer, pass out.
Day 3: Wake up, eat food, go to beach, eat food, drink, drink, drink, eat food, pass out.
Day 4: Wake up, eat food, pack up, go home.
And there we have it! DONE!
I'm going to go eat some food and continue working on my redsuit now...
Albeit it's a pretty boring read to be honest. There IS a reason why I don't bother keeping actual physical journals.
Day 1: So, it's Thursday. One day before I even have to be AT Sauble. Since I decided to hitch a ride with Cam, we're heading off today to meet up with a few of the old guys at Sauble a day early. Set off ~11ish after loading up on stuff, withdrawing money, buying last minute provisions and then returning to Cam's to pack all the food for the meal plan we arrive at Sauble. Sans people. Right. Set up camp, crack open a few bottles of beer, sleep. That does it for day 1.
Day 2: The ground is more comfortable than I ever realised. Despite it being rocky.. and very bumpy. A good sleep regardless. Awaken to find that what will later be known simply as "The Complex" is being setup (read: tarp, four piecies of lumber and another little tarp became an extension of the tent).Once setup was finished it was breakfast. Bacon and blueberry pancakes are VERY much teh win. Drinking time. People begin to trickle in at about fourish and steadily pour into camp. Meet and greet many a familiar face that I hadn't seen for quite some time - rather since last semester. A late lunch of burgers is had, more drinking, a little MORE drinking, a whole whack of talking and then dinner. Ribs. Oh, lucious ribs...
Goddamnit. I'm hungry now.
Moving right along. All in all, a relatively peaceful day. Yes. Loud drunken singing IS peaceful, goddamnit. If I can sleep through it, it's gotta be peaceful. Oh. Right. I think there was rain in there somewhere. I think..
Day 3: SO IT IS THE DAY. Breakfast, beach, camp, booze, redsuits. In that exact order. Now, I'm not really a beach sort of person so I perused the tourist traps nearby. Why not? Not like I wanna just sit around the entire day anyways and I'm not keen on water. Showers, sure, beaches, no. Tourist traps were rather amusing with all their knock off toys (damnit, forgot to buy the cheesy plastic breastplate!). Came back, sat down for about ten minutes then went off again, this time in search of drinkage. Sweet, sweet drinkage in slushie form. Get back to camp, get redsuits, drink, come up with new songs, sit around the big fire for a lil' bit, go back to the complex, get food, drink s'more and then pass out.
Day 4: Ou est la discotheque?
Apparently the mad chanting didn't wake me up. Just goes to prove just HOW peaceful the ENTIRE weekend was. Yup. Nothing eventful at all! Alright, that's a bold faced, lie, but that requires SO much more effort to write about. This is the entire weekend plus two in a nutshell. Moving right along. Breakfast came and turned into lunch, which turned into packing, which turned into driving back into Hamilton, which came to helping unload stuff then going home and sitting down and seeing who was online.. and then a shower.
THERE! DONE! For those of you who fell asleep, however..
Day 1: Pack stuff, get there, drink beer, pass out.
Day 2: Wake up, eat food, drink beer, pass out.
Day 3: Wake up, eat food, go to beach, eat food, drink, drink, drink, eat food, pass out.
Day 4: Wake up, eat food, pack up, go home.
And there we have it! DONE!
I'm going to go eat some food and continue working on my redsuit now...