So Fubar happened back in June. We went later than usual in hopes of good weather. Not that it would have mattered since Dario set up the Taj Mahal of tarp set ups this year. It wasn’t super sunny and hot but it also didn’t rain, which bothered Dario because he wanted Mother Nature to test out his craftsmanship. We actually had people come by and admire our set up. This is why you always go camping with someone who works in the construction industry.
At this stage in the game, no one knew Elise and I were knocked up. We were going to let it slip but then decided to wait and see if anyone would bring it up, given the fact that we both weren’t feeling 100% and neither of us was drinking anything other than Gatorade. No one said a word though I knew everyone suspected something.
Here are the photos from the weekend.
Dario & Pat are the masters. There is no point heading up before them because they have to work their magic to get the campsite right.
44 & 45 are ours always.
Someone get Pilsner to sponsor our camping trip already.
Indy enjoyed digging holes and then sleeping in them.
These guys are fans.
My Nonno used to call everybody a “Pee Pee Guy”. Lady for real is a Pee Pee Guy, except a Lady of course.
Its always good to feed the wildlife.
Stick Ball Champion of 2013
Everett’s face kills me in the picture. Above not below.
We went for a short walk because Lady is a short dog.
The sun came out for reals Sunday afternoon and everyone FREAKED OUT.
Men preparing dinner.
Steve came up for one night with a cooler full of hard alcohol and bacon wrapped scallops.
The only proof that I existed that weekend. Despite the mild temperatures I froze under many layers. I think I’m becoming a lizard or something and need direct heat to make myself warm.
Indy did not like the rotisserie and let us know his feelings loud and clear.
Pats chicken caught fire.
Slaving away. Unfortunately nausea hit me at dinner time and the meal I had been looking forward to all weekend long could not full be enjoyed.
The morning after fire douse.
Sleeping was ok this time around. For once I didn’t have a panic attack due to my fear of the dark. I have to thank Papa Rossi for sticking a mini flash light in my stocking last year because that thing came in handy!
Pat has already gone ahead and dubbed next year as FUBARF since there will be some little ones joining the group. Though I don’t know how easy it will be camping with a baby. I guess we’ll have to play that by ear because that will prove to be an interesting trip!
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.
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.
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.
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.
To view all the photos you can do so here.
Here are some of the highlights of the trip…
Dario had a series of hats that he brought camping. This was probably the most useful one. I didn’t think they actually made umbrella hats.
I was contacted by the good people at Palm Bay (well, technically their marketing team) asking me if I’d like to try out some new Palm Bay flavours. I was all over it, expecting to receive a couple of delightful beverages. Little did I know I would receive a giant ice bucket filled with Summer Time treats! What an excellent surprise!
It was so awesome that the Palm Bay came just in time for camping. I brought half up with me and am saving the second batch for our Canada Day Long Weekend Adventure of Awesomeness.
This little guy kept coming around eating all of our crumbs off the groud. He was very friendly and so beautiful! It’s not every day you see a bird this pretty in the forest!
He’s just adorable so I had to throw in a picture of him!
Stick ball commenced as soon as everything was set up. These guys were laughing too hard to actually play, but it was amusing to watch.
1) Pats nipple were on display all weekend. 2) Pats got a gut. 3) Pats t-shirts are too small for him.
Lady hung out with us all weekend sniffing stuff and eating chips.
Chad is 76% Dog.
These logs were a hatchets worse nightmare. We destroyed the hatchet by the end of the weekend.
Dario found a giant log and tried to play stick ball with it, turning stick ball into Log ball. It was way to hard so him and Mike tried to split the log by ramming it into a tree. This is what happened (notice the look on Mikes face). His chest was never the same after that.
The log got the best of Dario. That’s what you get for killing the ecosystem.
Dario dropped a turd.
Jeremy liked using Lady as a Machine Gun.
Flank Steaks are my best friend.
(Ryan & Elise are not here because Ryan had to go back into town to join Elise at a work dinner, just so you know)
Chad thought it would be a good idea to do Olive Oil Shots. Yea. Like he needs more grease.
Of course I Italian Housewifed it.
Pat & Aimee brought cigars.
Dario found his own cigar.
They dubbed me Ernest Hemingway. Yes, we bought stainless steal wine glasses. Yes I wrote notes by the light of my lantern while smoking a cigar. Yes, I am amazing.
I don’t know what the hell happened here.
This is how Jeremy fell asleep.
Dario decided to get Zen.
I didn’t get breakfast because the raccoons stole it. First time wildlife has ever stolen our food, which we typically leave out everywhere in a drunk fashion. OK NATURE, WE’VE LEARNED OUR LESSON!
This hat really came in handy on Saturday.
The boys discoverd that Palm Bay is the perfect mid morning drink.
Harry, where is Marv?
It was pointed out that all the couple were wearing similar shoes which was kind of weird.
See, same shoes. What does that say about us?
Pat made his famous bacon burgers again, except this time they didn’t make us feel like we were going to die.
Pat Zaph Nipple Antennae
MIKE. Omg was he on fire this weekend.
Sleeping in the rain.
Darios beard pic.
We finally decided to put a tarp over the fire. We were prepared to sacrifice it if the fire wanted to melt it, we were just so sick of sitting in the rain.
The boys were handy.
Pat and Dario put together chicken on a spit. This was a total experiment that worked!
Swiss Chalets got nothing on us!
nom nom nom
Jeremy was the official chicken carver. We did 2 beer butt chickens on the BBQ and then Pat & Darios creation. It was the greatest chicken dinner of all time. If only my camera didn’t die after taking this photo. DAMN YOU CAMERA!
Another great year of FUBARing it!
There is really no point in me telling you I am crazy because you already know that. I’ve got a lot of scheduled posts I need to do this week so I will throw in a camping post every now and then just to keep you on your toes. Plus breaking it up like that will be a lot easier to digest.
Two years ago, before our first ever camping trip, Chad went out and bought all our supplies. This was a very bad move because I don’t think Chad fully thought it through. I have erected many a tent in my time yet somehow Chad picked the tent with the most random set up I have ever seen.This has proven to be the source of many frustrations each time we go camping.
Normally when we go camping Chad and the boys leave Friday morning and Elise and I join up with them Friday after work, so I don’t get to see the epic fail that is Chad vs. the tent, I only get to hear about it. This year I was pumped to see the disaster unfold.
This year Chad had the benefit of having 3 guys help him out. Didn’t matter though, it still took them forever.
I still think that left to my own devices I could probably set up the tent, by myself, in less time. Honestly, it’s not that difficult to figure out, it’s just set up the opposite way that every other tent is set up and because of that, Chad can never figure it out.
Thankfully Work Place Dario showed up to get boys motivated.
WHERE IS YOUR SAFETY VEST!?
45 later they were finally done. Yea, you heard me. 4 guys 1 tent 45 minutes.
Pat, Aimee, and I just sat back and watched with amusement. Next we got to witness Chad try and blow up 2 air mattresses which barely fit into our little tent. Each year we try to make small improvements to our camping lives but we never quite make it to full on comfort. I think Chad is secretly hoping we have a kid soon so he is forced to buy a bigger tent.
Camping. It never fails to amuse.
and here is what I thought about it…
Unfortunetly we weren’t really able to recouperate much yesterday given that it was Fathers day and all, so I feel like a bag of poop right now. The fact that I could not get warm for 2 days straight and had the worst sleeps ever are the reason for my horrible mood today. I’m hoping to dedicate this evening to editing all the pictures I WAS able to take while both cameras were still alive. What is up with my luck this year. Oh yea, I HAVE NONE! Friggin hell.
As for right now, I’m just going to try and coast through the day. I am FUBAR’d!