Traveling
I was hungover from my previous evening of dancing and drinking with the lady spuds, but getting out of town was just the thing I needed. At first, Head wanted to do all of the driving but I finally convinced him that I knew what I was doing. Here’s a picture of me pulling the car into the campsite.
Camping
Camping was everything I dreamed it could be. It reminded me of my days as a spudlet growing up in the fields of Idaho… except for the trees… and the mountains… and the campfires. Come to think of it, it was nothing like my days as a spudlet. My spulethood was spent in the dark damp soil being beaten by my task masters stuffing pringles into cans … but that’s a story for another guide.
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