Here is the story of our monsoon camping trip.

It is shocking how efficient one can be when not drinking beer and trying to socialize.

We rented three campsites which was a bit of overkill considering not as many people came as we were expecting. However, this meant that we could stick all the tents on the single site and have the double site as the party grounds. Only problem was that a tree fell in the forest and nobody heard it so it blocked the path between the sites. Thankfully Dario moved it.

Every time we drive up to Golden Ears I tell Chad about how much I love evergreens and moss and lichen and ferns and he always says I know, you say this every year.

We knew Saturday was going to rain so the boys did a very good job of putting tarps up everywhere.

The infamous Beer Cozy

Who brings a 20 foot extension ladder camping? Dario does!

He is an odd fellow.

This is Gimpy the Squirrel who is actually a chipmunk. We called him Gimpy because his left front paw was broken and he dragged it along the ground. It was heartbreaking so Dario fed him a couple goodies. We couldn’t believe the amount of wildlife out trying to steal our food this year. Maybe thats cause people always feed them…

We have all become Cigar Smokers BTW.

Who brings a humidor camping? Pat does!

And then this happened.

Crazy Mushrooms.

My weekend ring.

No camping trip is complete with out a game of stick ball.

Oh yea, I’m here too.

Dario fell over.

We go gourmet when we camp.

The boys had a little post dinner stretch.

Chillax.

Quick. STEAL HER NOW.

Chad made breakfast hash on Saturday morning in the cast iron skillet. Nom nom nom.

Dario drank port out of the bottle.

Pat likes Pugs.

I could not handle her adorableness.

I’m a pillow. And despite my appearance, it wasn’t actually that cold.

Neil broke another chair. And his tent leaked. This was not a good weekend for him.

Pat made this years Captain Scotty Burgers with Bacon, Bison, and stuffed with various cheeses.

Jeremy and I opted for the Blue Cheese variety. By far the best Captain Scotty Burgers to date!

There are way too many pictures of Pat doing his Ryan Warner impersonation.

When your broken chair becomes a beer holder.

Pat taped an emergency blanket over the fire to stop the tarp from melting and to reflect the heat down towards us. The man is a genius.

Water flowed off the tarp like a faucet. We did a couple experiments to see how hard and fast it was raining. At the height of the storm it took 8 seconds to fill up a 1 liter bowl.

Hobo Packs and Beer Can Chicken.

2 more pretty birds over the fire pit.

INAPPROPRIATE!

Jeremy carves like a mad man.

We had smores for dessert and Pat got them all over his FACE.

After a very rainy day and night it was time to go home once Sunday rolled around.

This year was very subdued compared to years gone by. Maybe that’s because we didn’t have the hilarious antics of one Mike Pouwels or the Irish good looks of one Ryan Tyrrell. I guess you can’t win every year. None the less this year was pretty damn good even though it rained a lot. At least we were prepared!

Another FUBAR has come and gone! Where does the time go.

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