Dude... you just got molested by a moth...
So, I'm back from a fabulous (but way exhausting) camping trip.
Wednesday PM- hung lights and curtains up at camp for the little kid show after work
Thursday- Run errands with Mom all AM, pack everything in truck for camping trip
Thursday PM- arrive at Cove campground, set up tents, drive into North Conway to eat really nasty pizza.
Friday- Up at 7, find Saco Bound main base, sign life away for 2 canoes and my kayak. Launch at 11, have to get to the far end (usually about a 6 hr trip) by 4pm otherwise bus back to parking lot will leave. Finish the trip at 2:30, lounge on shore for an hour before the bus came early. Forgot to put sunscreen on before hitting river, discover that I do apparently burn like a motherfucker occasionally.
Friday PM- Drag group back to campsite, cook mac n' cheese for dinner, start campfire. Proceed to drink, by myself, an entire 750ml bottle of straight raspberry flavored rum. Get completely shitfaced. (Duh.) Drunk dial Pam, apparently drunk dial Ali and leave weird ass message. (NOTE: Thank you Hershey for being my "walk that way Jenn, not into the other campers tents" guide to the bathroom. And for not just dousing my drunk ass in the lake.) Go to the bathroom with Nikki and Hershey one last time around midnight/12:30ish. On the way back, almost get run over by Chris and Patrice because our sites have been invaded by racoons even though all our food and trash are locked into one of the cars. Nice camp manager man throws rocks at them until they leave, first attempt at sleep. **This is where I go into full blackout mode** I've been told by Nikki and Hershey that they in our tent watching the coons and throwing rocks. I also apparently wanted to go skin one for a racoon hat, and thought the latern was fun to play with. I have no recollection of any of these incidents. I remember lying down with Hershey sitting next to me, and then "going to sleep". Eh...
Saturday- wake up at 7:30 for some unknown reason, drag self to bathroom, realize world is still spinning and that I'm still drunk. Curl up in truck cab and read for 3 hours until everyone else finally wakes up. Head into Conway to try to find things to do in the afternoon, end up at Attitash resort doing a 1 hr "trail ride". Return to camp, find out it's going to rain like all hell that night and the next morning. Pack everything not essential. Build giant fire, convince self that drinking second bottle of rum would be a "REALLY BAD PLAN."
Sunday- woke up at 6 to find that the heavens have openned. Pack all my stuff into the truck, rouse everyone else, break down tents as fast as humanly possible. Drive home to end up here on my couch.
Right- My sunburn hurts like hell today. It's bubbling up all over my shoulders and my upper chest. It's brightest right along my collarbone and the top edge of my tanktop, and the scars on my arm are swollen, pink, and hurt in an undescribable way. I'm still still stiff from the 6 hr kayak trip, and still a little hungover from the massive consumption of rum night. But holy shit, I had such a good time. My photobucket account has all the pics in it, I hope to add more when Nikki sends me copies of all the ones she took.
http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l303/spazter164/
Wednesday PM- hung lights and curtains up at camp for the little kid show after work
Thursday- Run errands with Mom all AM, pack everything in truck for camping trip
Thursday PM- arrive at Cove campground, set up tents, drive into North Conway to eat really nasty pizza.
Friday- Up at 7, find Saco Bound main base, sign life away for 2 canoes and my kayak. Launch at 11, have to get to the far end (usually about a 6 hr trip) by 4pm otherwise bus back to parking lot will leave. Finish the trip at 2:30, lounge on shore for an hour before the bus came early. Forgot to put sunscreen on before hitting river, discover that I do apparently burn like a motherfucker occasionally.
Friday PM- Drag group back to campsite, cook mac n' cheese for dinner, start campfire. Proceed to drink, by myself, an entire 750ml bottle of straight raspberry flavored rum. Get completely shitfaced. (Duh.) Drunk dial Pam, apparently drunk dial Ali and leave weird ass message. (NOTE: Thank you Hershey for being my "walk that way Jenn, not into the other campers tents" guide to the bathroom. And for not just dousing my drunk ass in the lake.) Go to the bathroom with Nikki and Hershey one last time around midnight/12:30ish. On the way back, almost get run over by Chris and Patrice because our sites have been invaded by racoons even though all our food and trash are locked into one of the cars. Nice camp manager man throws rocks at them until they leave, first attempt at sleep. **This is where I go into full blackout mode** I've been told by Nikki and Hershey that they in our tent watching the coons and throwing rocks. I also apparently wanted to go skin one for a racoon hat, and thought the latern was fun to play with. I have no recollection of any of these incidents. I remember lying down with Hershey sitting next to me, and then "going to sleep". Eh...
Saturday- wake up at 7:30 for some unknown reason, drag self to bathroom, realize world is still spinning and that I'm still drunk. Curl up in truck cab and read for 3 hours until everyone else finally wakes up. Head into Conway to try to find things to do in the afternoon, end up at Attitash resort doing a 1 hr "trail ride". Return to camp, find out it's going to rain like all hell that night and the next morning. Pack everything not essential. Build giant fire, convince self that drinking second bottle of rum would be a "REALLY BAD PLAN."
Sunday- woke up at 6 to find that the heavens have openned. Pack all my stuff into the truck, rouse everyone else, break down tents as fast as humanly possible. Drive home to end up here on my couch.
Right- My sunburn hurts like hell today. It's bubbling up all over my shoulders and my upper chest. It's brightest right along my collarbone and the top edge of my tanktop, and the scars on my arm are swollen, pink, and hurt in an undescribable way. I'm still still stiff from the 6 hr kayak trip, and still a little hungover from the massive consumption of rum night. But holy shit, I had such a good time. My photobucket account has all the pics in it, I hope to add more when Nikki sends me copies of all the ones she took.
http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l303/spazter164/