11th Annual Camping Trip
We once again survived the annual Camping Trip. Photos of the new and improved TREBUCHET I made with Ben and Roger will be posted once it is complete. Pictures of the Vizsla can be found on Couragethecampingdog.blogspot.com,including closeups and stories of her rattlesnake bite.
The Drunken Woodpecker Corral Bar was supposed to get a whole new metal roof this year...instead it got half of an old rusty one. It now stands as yet another fine example of how little can be accomplished when alcohol is involved. Hopefully after an hour or so with a calking gun it will be as leak proof as the tarp was, and a bit more permanent.
A couple lazy afternoons were spent lounging upcreek at the Waterfall and lovely day spa...
The waterwheel was once again an epic failure. I just needed way more fall than I can get in that location. Hopefully I can reconfigure it so that it will be up and working by next spring. Other than running a couple hundred feet of 4" line with Dr for that little experiment, I spent most of the days cutting trees for the trebuchet and building ladders with Ben and Roger. As I was running the saw most of the time I don't have any shots of it, but the compleated trebuchet will have it's own post- hopefully by Halloween...I need to get some pumpkin chuckin' in this year!
Below are some night shots, which I have a lot of, as it seems that the only time anyone wanted to do anything photo worthy was when it was too dark cold to sit in the creek doing absolutely nothing photo worthy.
Surprisingly enough "The Property...the Game!" came out only once in the 9 nights we were there. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that we had to play 3 games of asshole and 2 games of waterfall to get through it! We must be getting old, we used to enjoy playing those games! As usual it ended with one team shirtless, Red in a dress, and Gilly pissed off complaining. At least some things never change.
Throwing a large rock off the top of the crows nest was much easier with the new three foot wide handicap ladder, and was an all around nicer experience than having to jump into the creek in the middle of the night, which I was lucky enough to get to do on my first turn of the game.
Dr and his beloved shotgun rock...if you don't know, don't ask.
The beginning of the end...
This years Edward 40 Hands winner was once again the Gilly Monster, although Ben was a close second. Red came in last, and was the loser to say the least, but that's another story for another time (with pictures!)
After spending 9 days in a constant rotation of sleeping and sitting in the creek, Gilly finally decided to start doing things, like drinking gas...
and deep frying sausage...and spam...and corn....and Cheese Horns.
Thats about it. More photos can be seen in the Official Camping Trip Book, 11 years of blurry photos and blurrier memories when it comes out in hardback this winter.
The Drunken Woodpecker Corral Bar was supposed to get a whole new metal roof this year...instead it got half of an old rusty one. It now stands as yet another fine example of how little can be accomplished when alcohol is involved. Hopefully after an hour or so with a calking gun it will be as leak proof as the tarp was, and a bit more permanent.
A couple lazy afternoons were spent lounging upcreek at the Waterfall and lovely day spa...
The waterwheel was once again an epic failure. I just needed way more fall than I can get in that location. Hopefully I can reconfigure it so that it will be up and working by next spring. Other than running a couple hundred feet of 4" line with Dr for that little experiment, I spent most of the days cutting trees for the trebuchet and building ladders with Ben and Roger. As I was running the saw most of the time I don't have any shots of it, but the compleated trebuchet will have it's own post- hopefully by Halloween...I need to get some pumpkin chuckin' in this year!
Below are some night shots, which I have a lot of, as it seems that the only time anyone wanted to do anything photo worthy was when it was too dark cold to sit in the creek doing absolutely nothing photo worthy.
Surprisingly enough "The Property...the Game!" came out only once in the 9 nights we were there. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that we had to play 3 games of asshole and 2 games of waterfall to get through it! We must be getting old, we used to enjoy playing those games! As usual it ended with one team shirtless, Red in a dress, and Gilly pissed off complaining. At least some things never change.
Throwing a large rock off the top of the crows nest was much easier with the new three foot wide handicap ladder, and was an all around nicer experience than having to jump into the creek in the middle of the night, which I was lucky enough to get to do on my first turn of the game.
Dr and his beloved shotgun rock...if you don't know, don't ask.
The beginning of the end...
This years Edward 40 Hands winner was once again the Gilly Monster, although Ben was a close second. Red came in last, and was the loser to say the least, but that's another story for another time (with pictures!)
After spending 9 days in a constant rotation of sleeping and sitting in the creek, Gilly finally decided to start doing things, like drinking gas...
and deep frying sausage...and spam...and corn....and Cheese Horns.
Thats about it. More photos can be seen in the Official Camping Trip Book, 11 years of blurry photos and blurrier memories when it comes out in hardback this winter.
Labels: drunken woodpecker corral bar, summer, the camping trip, the property
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