Camp Log X: The End

One last breakfast of chilli-moccos, and one more dip in the ocean and it's over. We broke camp down like pros, in less than an hour. It's been a great three days, and I feel ready to tackle the next season's challenges...

Camp Log IX: 1st light Lst Day

I needed this camp more than I thought I did. The sunrise is humbling, and Im thankfull to have this before starting the next school term. Classes at night and work during the day have slowly worn away at my motivations and goals. This trip has given me time to think and recharge.

Camp Log VIII: Fire

The skit totally bombed. I thought that this crowd was into bathroom humor, but as it turns out they are more into miming. Note to self: Blake tap dances and will cheat to win. Fire = good, dancing over the fire to prove your 'skillz' and save a bad doo-doo joke = bad.

Camp Log VII: The Stash

This is a pile of treasure collected by a family in the site next to us. Apparantly they had plently of golf balls, pierced shells, and blue glass from previous camping trips. As soon as they left we raided their wood stash for tonight's fire. There is a talent show scheduled for later. Need to practice skit...

Camp Log VI: beginnings

We spent the afternoon searching for shelter with little luck. I was loosing hope when I found Blake and Franco in another campsite, chatting it up with a family of yellow-bottomed brush spiders from boston, who incidentally forgot to bring tinfoil for the sweet potatoes they were about to grill. Being prepared we gave them a few feet of ours, and in return they were kind enough to spin us brand new tents for the night.

Camp Log V: Hash Brown Donburi

This is what we do. It's who we are.

Camp Log IV : morning crew

Last night ended with brief showers, but we managed to stay dry by lighting things on fire. Needless to say, I need a new tent. Somthing to think about over pancakes fried in bacon fat. I LOVE CAMPING.

camp log III

this is Carl's poke. Its mean. not angry. MEAN.

camp log II

OH man. I cant tell you how much the soft sands at malaekahana can heal your toes. Being stuck in shoes and slacks all the time makes this feel like a piece of heaven.

camp log I

Just left the city, looking forward to a great weekend! campsite looks good, weather is perfect, and plenty of snacks ready to go...