above lyrics from Proud Mary by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Rollin, rollin', rollin' down the Huzzah.
Well, we ended up floating after all.
Wait, lemme backtrack. I woke up Saturday morning under the assumption that we were not going camping. We ended up going camping.
The next day, we floated. It was a long and arduous journey, but tons of fun. Yoda slid down a mud hill and swung from a tree swing into water. Chiko was the hit of the float trip, in his little doggy lifejacket. There were drunks in every direction. Think Party Cove or Spring Break, but on a much more spread out scale. We were beat to shit after the float trip. I'm mildly sunburned, not lobsteriffic like I thought I would be. I usually end up like a lobster after 5+ hours in the sun, but SPF 15 really helps to alleviate that.
The Huzzah river is really nice, very uncontaminated, and refreshing. I included a link to where we went camping, for futher reference. Be warned though, if you plan on staying up late, get in the late night section. If you like quiet, go to the family section. Also watch out for the owner, or as I like to call him, Mr. Oak Tree up the Ass. He needed to stop being so uptight. Everytime I saw him, he was yelling at an employee. Oh well, can't really criticize the guy for wanting to make his place nice. And nice it is, there's not a lot of trash or debris strewn about and it's landscaped rather well. The stuff in the little store there is rather expensive, but that's business. Also, be warned that you will NOT have cell phone access at ALL. Our phones were all dead about 5 miles from where we stayed. However, if you have a calling card, you can use it there.
Aside from the usual mishaps -- I was sick and crabby the last night we were there, Chuck's girlfriend bitched a lot, and pot was readily available, it seemed to be a really good trip. Everyone had a blast and I'd do it again, just not right now. I got back to St. Louis early this afternoon and couldn't wait for TV, computer, my comfortable couch, and a shower. THere were showers down there and they were quite decent, but there's something to be said about one's own water pressure at home. If I were tired, I'd be sleeping in my bed right now -- something I missed. THere's something really soothing about sleeping under the stars (and there were billions of them). I can't see many from my apartment, but once you get out into God's country, it really becomes a sight to admire.
I shared a tent with Yoda because I didn't have any. I slept well but it was quite cold. On top of that, I've developed a nasty cold, so that made me quite chilly as well. Someone stole our hamburgers and marshmallows and graham crackers from the site while we were on the float trip. They must have been really hungry, because we had more expensive stuff sitting right out in the open -- cooking implements, alcohol, etc. I hope they enjoyed them. Assholes.
On a scale of 1-10 (worst-best), I'd give this camping trip an 8. I was turned off by the zero cell phone access -- but then again, that's why they call it 'roughing it'. I had an ebay auction I needed to keep tabs on. However, the place was beautiful and the float was fun and magnificent.
And yes, I'm glad to be home.
ANDREA
Link - see above
Music - peace and quiet
Monday, September 05, 2005
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Hizz without the ability to be harassed by phone calls and unable to answer said phone calls?
Holy shit.
Nix says: Can't believe I missed that.
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