Seeing as Melissa and I didn’t arrive until Friday evening, I am not really at liberty to explain what happened in the the following pictures, but Steve won’t talk about it and this is all I know.
Bailey clearly had a hard day. Like everyday.
However, she did find it in her heart to make sure our friend as okay. No, I don’t know why he is on the ground. I wasn’t there yet.
Our Results: yes, two girls who had tacos for dinner can finish a gallon of beer in an hour.
After some additional drinking, my ‘tocks were cold and two of my friends joined in the ‘tockwarming.
Seeing as our (read: good) beer was gone, we help to float the 1/2 keg.
(Please note: As of late, I am feeling VERY unphotogenic. Nobody’s fault but mine.)
By this time, park ranger Stealthy McPatrolman, had paid a visit to our site. Story goes that a few cabins down, there was some underaged drinking going on and I guess we were loud. Seeing as we had like twelve people at our fire…
Finally, having run out of keg, I decide to go to bed.
Melissa had the AWESOME idea to pick up juice pouches for The Morning After. Seeing as my pouch wasn’t accepting the straw (I say pouch issue, Steve says user issue) I poked a hole and squeezed juice into my mouth.
A very curious Bees asked for the rest of my pouch and I can’t say no to a face like that.
So she takes the pouch and uses her paws to try and squeeze the pouch, like I was. She decides to paw the end of the box, ejecting the juice and licking the blanket.
Sometimes I think she’s not as stupid as she lets on.
We also had the superfun idea of bringing t-shirts for “campers” to decorate. The girls got pink and the boys got gray. Everyone made their own saying and as much as it was like “This is lame”, it sure seemed like people had a good time.
(Mine said “STEPHANIE!!! MEATLOAF!!! on the front and “You have to have a lot of goddamn VD to give a cabin boils”)
Hair of the dog later, we decide to go hiking to “The Bear Caves” which could really only house very very small bears.
Steve’s mom got good photos of me wedging myself in between rocks and obtaining a bruised/cut elbow but I haven’t gotten those photos yet.
In another seemed-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time, we decide to scale a large rock with a 45-degree angle.
That green splotch is the shirt in question.
Come to find out, his work shirt was very flammable.
At this point, I felt like someone hit me in the face with a 2×4 as I have been dealing with sinus pain since Wednesday (normal occurrence this time of year) and pussed out and went to bed.
Bailey came with me as her pampered paws don’t fair well on the gravel and she was limping and whimpering.
Ends up it got very cold overnight and our wood was wet, so there wasn’t a cabin warming fire until we were ready to leave at 9:30 this morning.
A quick stop at the check-in/out cabin and we were ready to head home.