Camping trip

My family and friends headed up to a place near the infamous town of Bobcageon, ON. for a campin trip this long weekend.

The place itself was called Pigeon Hollow. It was a trailer park slash camp site combined together, like most camp sites these days, and there were quite a few interesting characters I saw.

Needless to say, it was tons of fun, and wish it didn't end. I guess we did the usual list of activities this time around. BIG picnics, volleyball, soccer, fishing, kayaking, boating, swimming, and of course camp fires. Most people were gambling inside the kitchen tents at night, but I chose to sit around the fire, cooking corn and potatoes, and wonder aimlessly at the burning wood. The brand new 7-person tent we bought this year (for my family of 3), was soooo comfortable and pimpin', we could have held a party in there.

We caught a LOT of fish. Taking a rough estimate, at least 30-40 of them. Here's the kicker: all of them were the size of a man's hand. I probably contributed around 5, my dad around 20. We kept most of them, cleaned them, and cooked it all right there. They were actually not bad; being fresh and everything.

If camping was a man's fight against nature to prove himself worthy of being strong, I lost that fight this weekend. I got severly burnt all over the place and my knees and ankles are soar and bruised up. It's the first time I've been so knocked up from a camping trip, but me thinks it's due to tiredness and lack of preparation prior to leaving. (Damn you, work! damn you)

It's all good. I loved it! Hope to do it again soon.