Well, the move went smoothly aside from some stress, a few bumps and bruises, and a few tears. Now we have only a few odds and ends to find places for. It was tough to make everything that used to take up twice as much space into our tiny new apartment, but we did it!
Now for my adventure:
Myles, a friend, and I thought it would be fun to go camping.
We let the friend plan it.
6pm: The "20 minute" drive to the site ends up taking an hour, but that's okay cause the view is good and we get to see the sunset.
7pm: Myles and I are the first one up cause our car is the only one that can make it.
8pm: We miss the sunset to unpack.
8:15pm: We start dinner for all 8 people camping.
9:30pm: Myles leaves me alone on the mountain in the dark by the campfire so he can go get our friends at the bottom of the mountain.
9:45pm: I get scared and grab one of the guns we brought (to go shooting the next day) and hold it on my lap to scare away any predators.
Of course it's not loaded.
And I probably wouldn't know how to use it if it was.
10:30pm: They finally make it to the top and we eat tin foil dinners and smores. We have fun.
1am: The fire department shows up and tells us we have to move because (get this) helicopters will be flying buildings over the mountain in the morning. What are the odds?
1:15am: We pack up EVERYTHING we brought plus 6 people into and on top of our car, (5 seater Chevy Blazer) filling ever lap, nook, and cranny with something.
2am: We begin the descent toward the valley so we can camp in our friend's parents' backyard.
2:30am: We arrive and set up camp.
3am: Most people finally get to sleep, but I'm tossing and turning because I'm sharing a one man cot with my husband and it's SO HOT I can't get comfy. As I come in and out of slumber all night I notice the sky start to brighten, (we're not in a tent) and eventually the sun comes up.
7am: Everyone wakes up and complains about only getting 4 hours of sleep. (You think you've got it rough?)
7:30am: We pack up camp and eat pancakes and fruit at our friend's parents' house. That was fun.
9am: We leave to go fishing at the lake. No one has sunscreen.
9:30am: We start to fish. Nothing's biting, no bait is helping. Oh well.
11am: My skin starts to turn a little pink.
12:30pm: No one's caught anything. We decide it's probably too late in the day to fish, and we decide to go shooting. No lunch. My skin's feeling a little burnt.
1pm: We find a good place to shoot. I'm concerned about my sunburn. I get to shoot a rifle, and 3rd time was a charm! I hit my mark! I missed all the pigeons though. Myles is a pro shooter. This was kind of fun.
1:30pm: I suddenly feel exhaused and decide to go lay down in the shade of the car. I barely get any Zzzz's.
2pm: I wake up and decide it's hopeless to try and get to sleep again. The shooting is too loud. I feel weak, shaky, sunburned, and I have a headache. I call Myles over and tell him I don't feel well. For some reason I start crying while telling him I want to go home. We decide I have heat exhaustion and better get going. I slowly drink lots of water.
2:15pm: We're finishing up the shooting. I decide I may as well shoot a few more guns so I shoot a 22 and hit a few marks. I shoot a handgun and miss everytime. I rest again.
2:30pm: We're on our way home and I get the strong urge to pee.
2:50pm: I consider going pee on the side of the road, or maybe in a bottle in the car while there's 3 other people to witness.
2:55pm: I decide to try and wait it out.
3pm: We FINALLY get home and I RUN to the bathroom!
3:10pm: I collapse on the bed and I start crying again because I'm so miserable. My sunburn is bright red and it hurts. I'm hungry and shaky so I eat and drink. I go to sleep. It's over.
THE END.
Adventures. Suck.
