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This assignment is Finding Your Voice.
The best time I had camping was in the summer of 2007. Even though it didn’t go off as planed, it was the best and most frivolous week I have had in
years. It was to be a guy only trip, camping and drinking and getting a whole lot of relaxation. The afternoon we were going to set out I got some bad
news; one of my friends was unable to go on the trip due to some family problems. So the rest of us decided that we would bring our girlfriends.
Because of the change in plans we got a late start, so we packed up the jeeps and headed out.
By the time we got there, it was dark as could be. And with no moon light setting up camp proved to be an interesting challenge. My girlfriend and I
were the only ones who could set up our tent in the dark. We tried to search for wood to make a fire but hat effort proved fruitless. So by now it’s
getting late and we decided to turn in. wouldn’t you know it I just fall asleep and my girl wakes me up, “Shane Did you hear that?” NO I was
sleeping. I looked out the window in the tent, my eyes finally adjusted to the pitch black I could see. Sure enough, there is a small brown bear
outside poking around the spot where we had left the bag of garbage. Well I told my girlfriend to just be quiet and it would carry on about his
business. I was correct; soon enough he wandered back into the woods. I was so excited at this point I couldn’t contain myself.
After what seemed like an eternity lying there, I finally felt the heat of the morning sun warming my tent. Grinning ear to ear I rolled from my
slumber spot where no sleep was had that night. It was I beautiful morning, the fog covering the ground for quite some distance around me. I went out
and got what few pieces of wood I could find and made a fire. Hotdogs, and canned ravioli for breakfast; and I had not a care in the world. The only
thing I had to worry about was weather to fish in the pond or in the stream. We went to both places; the only thing I caught was a baby rock bass.
Luckily I had brought my camera gear, the fishing wasn’t good but the scenery was amazing to say the least. I walked the stream snapping pictures
left and right. Fueled but the awe inspiring beauty that was surrounding me I walked a mile or so down the stream, then up the bank and through the
pine forest area, stirring up the wildlife as I went. At this point I was alone; everyone went back to the campsite to get their drink on.
I wanted to get back to the site as quick as I could, I wanted to drink too. Walking at a quick pace feeling the soft ground under foot I had
stepped down onto something hard. I felt it poke through my shoe and right into my heel. It was painful to say the least, bleeding pretty good and
hobbling through the woods undeterred from this incident I made it back to camp. I cleaned out my wound and super glued it closed. Nothing was to
break my sunny disposition on this wonderful trip. By now it’s getting late and we all decided to get wood together before sundown. We had found a
small tree that had fallen. We towed it back to camp with the jeep, with only a small hatchet we took turns chopping it to pieces.
After the testosterone fueled man “Man Make Fire” event was over and we showed the women our man skills, we decided it was finally time to
drink! And drink we did, late into the night we all sat around the fire shooting the # and telling stories reminiscing of days gone by. The rest of
the night gets kind of hazy, alas it was the most fun I have had in years. And it was only the First Day!
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