Camping Tragedy...

I promised to put some funny stories on here about camping and have yet to do so. So, here they are. I really only have 4, so I'll go in chronological order.

On Saturday night, a group of students from Miami showed up (because we were camping at a place only 5-10 miles from the University). There seriously had to be about 16 of them in 6 tents with 6 cars on a site not too much bigger than the one we were on. They were both frustrating and hysterical at the same time. They could be quite loud at times, including when they went to the bathrooms which weren't too far from where we were camping. So we heard some of the prissiest girls talking about pooping while they were pooping. Quite funny. When they went to get firewood, no joke, one of the guys came back with a large portion of a tree. So large that he had to pull it, rather than carry it. It was amazing.

That same day, some time in the early afternoon, we were sitting around the fire (which incidentally we did the entire day--12 hours sitting around a fire, picking at it, throwing stuff in it, yeah....) when all of a sudden, all four of us stopped talking. We all heard the same sound at the same time. It sounded something like, "tink, tink, tink, tink, tink...." and on and on. We all turned to look at a campsite across a little cul de sac of sorts at another camp site. There we saw the camper that had come the previous night...um....rocking...shall I say...well, you know. It lasted all of about 2 minutes (literally) and then ended. About 10-15 minutes later a couple came out. Needless to say, there were endless jokes about that the rest of the weekend.

Dinner that night was supposed to be sausage. I say supposed to be because the wire hot dog cooker we were using had other plans. Here I am, standing over the fire with this wire cage that's used to cook hot dogs, attempting to cook the sausage we were all looking forward to. As I go to turn it over, the cage decided it had had enough sausage and promptly spit it out--right into the fire and ash. I felt pretty terrible. Thankfully my friends are good natured and told me it was ok...then made fun of me the rest of the weekend. I gotta admit, that was pretty funny.

And last but not least, the losing track of time story. All good campsites are well out of reach of cell phone service, because isn't the point of camping to kind of get away from the world for a while??? This one is no different. Andrea and Tye informed us that last weekend was Daylight Savings Time. Normally, people talk about that enough before hand that I'm usually aware. I wondered why I hadn't, but Tye and Andrea seemed so confident that I just figured somehow I had missed it. So, needless to say, we factored that into our sleeping habits for Saturday night...we didn't figure out we were wrong until we left the campsite. We missed church, but no harm no foul...

As a small side note, I suffered a fatality from the fire...it melted the sole of my tennis shoes away from the shoe. So today I attempted to get new shoes. I forget how much I hate shoe shopping until I have to do it. I spent the better part of the afternoon and evening trying to find shoes that I liked that weren't $100. But, I'll keep looking tomorrow. Ugh....