the weekend started off with me getting lost on my way to work...i'd decided to bike the 10 miles to work so that I could ditch work a little early, bike the train station, and then ride the train to the end of the line and bike the last five miles to the park. road riding successful...thinking to myself, why this isnt bad and is good for me...perhaps I should do this more often...like once or twice a week. I could totally handle that.
I leave in the afternoon to meet nick...he apparently practically died on the way, carring like 60 pounds on his bike and riding 7 miles in 20 minutes. we wait for the train and get all ready to take our bikes. little did we know not all train cars have bike spots and we were not clued into the secret codes of the metra, and were separated for the hour ride...sitting with our bike 3 cars apart.
we go back and set up camp. then head for some firewood and water. we come back. I start a fire and nick hangs our food in the tree. this takes some effort as the rope is determined to tangle itself in knots around the tree 10 feet over our heads. but done finally, fire made, dinner cooked and eaten and were ready for bed.
enter mr. ranger man who apparently hated us and life...and told us that we couldnt hang things from trees. so now it was only a matter of time before our food was consumed. we go to sleep hoping for the best. wake up once to scare the raccoons away. I wake up many more times including when all the dogs in the park decide to re-enact the twilight bark from 101 Dalmations. but eventually I manage to fall into a light sleep. until the growling started.
I wake nick...telling him I've never heard raccoons growl before. he tells me to go back to sleep.
we finally wake for good around 5:30. nick has to pee but doesnt want to venture out into scary land alone. so we take a trip, sneaking out the back of the tent. keeping our flashlights off till we are far from the site. and then walk the state park till the sun comes up.
dejected we clean our remaing food, salvageing oatmeal, rasins, pb, jelly, some brown sugar and cinnamin, and pancake mix, start a fire buring our remainign food, eating oatmeal and pack up camp. glad that we never found where we were supposed to check in so we wouldnt be out our $12 we we called it quits early and headed back home to the comfort of our bed with pillows and safe food.
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Poor poor Ams. But seriously? The stories were HILARIOUS. Love you!
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