Camping means different things to different people. To some it means roughing it all the way – hiking in five miles, lean-to’s made out of branches, sleeping on the ground, eating pork n’ beans right out of the can with your fingers after you smash it open with a rock ’cause you forgot the can
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Well, at least, it was on Tuesday; which was when I planned to post this. The thing is I started drinking Blue Beavers just after arriving at Sebekia on Friday afternoon, and I didn’t stop until the wee hours of Wednesday morning. I remember there were some people, and then there was some loud explosions
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