• Monotonous tour guide, Maria. She wasn't very enthusiastic about her job, so Sara and I made fun of her the whole time. She looked like a college kid who despised being there. We spare her no mercy. Her coworker, Brandon, seemed to find us amusing and managed to not throw us out. We wanted to invite him back for a campfire dinner and marshmallow roasting, but pussed out in the end.
• Our clothes were pretty nasty by this point, so we decided to wash them in the creek (they didn't dry for days by the way). We prance around our campsite in bathing suits while people drive by and stare, I think we may have had our pictures taken a few times too, LOL.
• Were visited by Diesel and Lynn and given some tinder for our fire. This was a scary moment because out of the darkness emerged the couple, Diesel all seven fucking feet of him. That and his name was Diesel was enough to scare the shit out of a person (I'm sure the fact that he loooked like he could be a mass murderer had nothing to do with it). Sara slept clutching the mace once again.
• Sara finds the perfect marshmallow roasting stick, all four feet of it. She can sit in her camping chair, safely distanced from the smoke and flame of the fire, roasting the perfect marshmallow...I'm green with envy as another cloud of smoke engulfs my face.
P.S.
We finally earned our fire badges because we started our fire with a single match ans didn't need a fire log or any sort of lighter fluid. WE ROCK!!!
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