A rather ginormous group of us went camping last weekend and had so. much. fun. Somehow, there were a few of them that were obsessed with cooking and keeping us all fed so we didn't even use the food we brought(except for a couple choice veggie weiners and peanut butter and chocolate smores----delicious) Our tent leaked because it literally came a monsoon in the middle of the night. Thankfully we were all up chatting and so we were able to make trenches from the floor fabric to keep the water from coming in on us. And where we weren't able to do that ingenious method, we stuffed beach towels. It wouldn't have been a true Hunter camping adventure without a leaking tent. Canoing was great. I didn't get burned(the first day) and Tina and I wouldn't have tipped the whole time if it hadn't been for a vindictive kayaking incident. We accidentally(but I'll admit I saw it coming and paddled a bit harder-heh heh heh)t-boned a guy from our group and flipped him right over which I did find hilarious but he came back for blood. But all the guys helped us get back to shore and empty the water out of our canoe. Tina's little purse she brought now smells like rotted pond fish gut. Oh and here's a nice tid-bit. The other day in the kitchen I went to finish off the Baked Lays by my "crushing the remaining chips and dumping the bag into my mouth(very classy" method and got a big ol' mouthful only to think, "woof! Something stinks/maybe tastes like rotted toilet! Oh! It must be the chips I just inhaled. Excellent" So turns out, they got a little wet as well. YUM.
Saturday night, 6 of us walked a trail in the dark. Eric is apparently some sort of hippy horse monkey or something in his spare time becauase I kept losing my flip flops and he kept insisting I take his shoes because he walks barefoot all the time, everywhere and he's quite used to it. Plus it was his idea to do the trail. Tina decided that if we were in a horror movie, which we very well could have been, that she would die first because she's blond, Austin would be next because he wears glasses, and at least one more of the boys would have died but I would survive for sure because, "The brunette always makes it out." But this crazy trail was some seriously treacherous terrain. There were wooden bridges built over some parts because there was gator water beneath us. And Tina kept mentioning that if this trail/bridge isn't in the best repair, we won't be able to see. But Eric said,"Oh, I'm sure they'd have it blocked off...or signs saying not to pass." to which Tina says, "How could we see any of this if it's there??" Poor thing is blind as a bat at night anyways and to quote her, "but without the wings and the fine sense of smell" and it was pitch black that night. So as we're walking, Jason trips over something on the bridge and we flip on our flashlights only to notice that a huge chunk of the bridge has indeed rotted and fallen off in the water leaving only a few good boards to walk over. I kept reminding Tina to breathe.... So she starts saying,"wouldn't it be great if we could end up back at the cars??" Well, I have no earthly idea how we managed to, but Jason comes running back to us to say, "You'll never believe it! Tina's prayers are answered, we're back at the cars!" Apparently we managed to make a huge circle of death right back to where we started. Crazy! Anyways , that was quite an adventure.
We got pulled behind a jet ski on Sunday and I had forgotten how funny it is to see someone fly off a flotation device only to skip like a huge flat stone across the water. I managed to burn the heck out of my thighs by being a "spotter". That way I got to ride on the jet ski a lot and was in charge of making sure whoever was being pulled was super safe and dandy...and of course to see the human flat skipping stone in action. Then smelling a bit like lake and aching in muscles we didn't know we had, we headed home. And in the four and a halfish or so hours home, I watched my thighs magically transform from a slightly warmish hued pastiness, to a glowing ember tone. Almost as enjoyable as getting up early to watch the sunrise.
But I thought it only fitting, since it has been so long, to post something from one of my favorite movies, Young Frankenstein.
"call it a hunch. barun chee."
