new photos in the july camping album!
last week wednesday, oliver, oneal and i went camping up near kamloops, about 4 hours from vancouver. this isn't your trailer camping, or your large public KOA style camping, we're talking about freakin roughing it. no running water, no crappers, and no other people. we were technically heading for a camping area, but it's not a campground, per se.
thankfully, oliver's got all the gear and more. he packed his jeep full as hell: tents, tarps, table, grill, stove, lantern, pellet gun, fishing crap, 2 boats, sleeping bags, and 2 big tubs of food and drink that he had gone shopping for a few days before.
we arrived near the campsite without too much trouble, and then we got onto a dirt road. this stretched for several kilometers, after which we ran into "the gigantic mud bog." here is a clip of oliver and his truck kicking that mud bog's ass. pretty hot.
we got all set up, and proceeded to loaf for the next 4 days. we did a good bit of:
-eating corned beef hash and eggs and bacon and weiners and steak and chicken and cookies and not a lot of vegetables. this proved to be a valuable strategy as i am new to...
-shitting in the woods. there are several strategies including the "prop your ass on a shovel like you are sitting" gambit, the "one cheek on a rock" gambit, and the ever popular "drop trou, squat, and pray for the best" gambit. i found it pays to bring deep woods off while getting one's dump on to discourage would be mosquitos from dining on one's posterior.
-shooting a pellet gun at cans and plastic bottles. on the last night, the guys made a raft with water bottles and light sticks inside. then one pulled it around behind the rowboat (in the damned rain) while the other shot at it. that's dedication. me, i sat by the fire.
-sleeping. me, for the most part in the truck. the pad on the ground wasn't doing it for me after the first night.
-dragging deadfall out of the woods, chainsawing it into logs, splitting them with an axe, and burning the living crap out of them.
-sitting around said burning wood, talking about life, girls, and 80's music and movies.
-stinking. no bathing. my first shower yielded enough dirt to bury a small child. the lake was a bit chilly, and the smoke from the fire lent us a lot of cover from mosquitos and camoflaged any B.O. ok well, most of it.
the ride home sucked. there was a lot of traffic because of the long weekend (no not the fourth, freaking canada day).
upon arriving home, i fell in love for the first time with my bathroom. each separate item within was like christmas morning: sweet, lovely toilet, glorious shower, soap and a razor, oh my!
all in all, it was a great experience. my gut is recovering, now that i've eaten as much baby bok choy as i could cram into the trunk of my car. i'm looking forward to going again, although perhaps not for quite as long, and perhaps also a site a bit closer, like squamish.