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for now,
Konichiwa Bitches!
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On Finances, Memory, and Poop...

We're thinking we'll book online through Lumberman's Monument this week. The sites still cost just 5 bucks a day (for up to 10 people and 3 tents) and there is a 9 dollar reservation fee. That means booking 3 nights will cost $24, or $2.65 a person if all nine of us go. Apparently, even in America it's still cheap to drive to the middle of the forest, sleep in the dirt, and shit in a hole in the ground. The idea has even been flown to book two sites, allowing us a little more privacy, though I guess that's never really been an issue before.

I want some opinions on this map though. We're pretty sure #27 is the Original Camping Site. But, if you look, site #19 on Gravel Point, I think is the prime site. The one with the awesome view of the lake on two sides and the giant open site (if I remember correctly the year we were there was the year Tommy drank nothing but Fruitopia and Kevin nearly killed Trevor. Fun times.)Also, gravel point is where I believe they have the actual, albeit rustic, outhouse structure whereas over by #27 is where there is a shitter in the middle of a ravine that Tommy found after Paul and I wiped our asses with leaves. However, I know that only matters to those of us whose bodies like to poop a lot. I also know all the sites kind of blend together there, but if anyone remembers any specifics as to the best site to get after the map jogs your memory, comment here.

Or, comment here anyway and stop being an asshole.

-Paul#2

On Nostalgia...

I have it admit, East Tawas scares me. Lately, I feel old and the lack of toilet, running water, electricity, and a functioning Burger King within 50 miles of where I lay my drunk ass to rest upon the cold unforgiving ground, is a scary prospect.

However, we haven't done it in awhile. Obviously, I believe the last three years have been cabin-ized and though I do like the idea of closing a door behind me when I go to bed and having recourse in the event of rain or random August frigidness, it's time to get real bitches. For nostalgia.

Seeing as how this is approximately the 10th fucking time in a row we've done this (and I think that's a real pat ourselves on the back kind of situation--how many other people do you know who have been going Camping with 6-9 men that they love in a hetero man-love kind of way for 10 years? I only know 5-8 of them) it's time we make sure we get it done old school at least one more time. Even if just to say we can. And, as Tommy pointed out, there is a real cathartic value in just going somewhere far away and being there. Lumberman's Monument it is.

After all, the experience we chase in Tawas is the one that brought simultaneous purchases of bounty hunter caps and a plethora of beer coozies. It's where Kev wandered off in a boat as hairy Elvis with a sunburnt belly, scaring the locals. And then barfed because of the sun, not the Captain Morgan. It's where I myself upchucked from a folding chair mid-sentence. It's where Trevor drew blood and then scampered into the wood barefoot. It's where two people fell into the water, one sober getting a cell phone signal, the other drunk attempting to piss. It's where Paul lost an eyeglass and Nathan had his emergency repaired. It's where that dude next to us slept under a table. It's where Curt snored and then a raccoon tried to have sex with him. It's where somebody pissed and then laid in it. Basically, good times.

Let's all get on board.

By the way, this was written by Paul and not Paul.

The Story Thus Far...

First some parlimentary notes: Please end all post titles with "..." It adds a nice atmosphere. Please capitalize all mention of proper nouns, most importantly 'The Camping Trip.' However, capitalization of the beginning of sentences is optional. For instance, this sentence is correct: "hey, did you hear the new news about The Camping Trip? Kevin is our Official Camping Trip Chaplain." See?

On to real news. As it stands today, myself, Paul H., Paul B., and Tommy have all agreed to Kevin's proposed new and improved 4 day Camping Trip weekend, slated for the last half of August in sunny East Tawas, on beautiful river Au Sable. The rest of the crew has yet to sign on. No hard plans are set yet.

The 4 day proposal was design to placate Kevin's very real and fair desire to have the camping trip moved south closer to his neck of the woods, perhaps in the fucking mountains or something. Dueling Banjos, anyone? While a trip of that scale will probably have to be put off for a year in which we decide to start planning earlier, Kevin was happy to yet again trek north given that he not "break his balls for no piddly-widdly 3 day bullshit weekend."

Cool.

And then there was light...

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