Change of local

This weekend; instead of sitting in Megan's back yard drinking, we went to the woods...to drink.

I had to work Saturday morning, so everyone else was already in the woods.

I only got lost a few times.

I had a terrible fear that Steve was going to have made everyone angry and I would get out to the middle of nowhere and everyone would have either left or be in a foul mood.

Luckily, when I arrived this was not the case.

Here is Lexington in a Grateful Dead t-shirt. Somehow I believe this is appropriate attire for the woods.

Outdoor themed merriment was had by all.

At some point a lively discussion of politics and religion broke out.

I took a nap.

At some point Steve woke me up and announced that I was a Jew.

I was going to punch him for getting me involved, but, instead I went for a walk to collect wood.

Here is a sign with an animal poop on it. (in the woods I think they call it "scat")

I ran into some of our camping companions on their way back from the worlds tallest sugar pine and shooting guns.

Lexington did some panning for gold.

She was moderately successful.

Janice's dad asked me to watch Janice while she skinny dipped... You know, to make sure she didn't drown.

Megan practiced her punching skills on me and Steve.

At some point I complained about the music. This may have been why Megan punched me. However, I'm pretty sure it isn't.

It appeared that we made quite a mess. Luckily parks have rangers and bears to deal with such things.

Here is Megan acting manly again. I don't know, all of this punching, shooting and driving of four-wheelers may have corrupted her. Next thing you know; she'll be threatening to shit down my neck hole.

This might be the Blaire Witch!

Here I am looking woodsy.

We made egg tacos for breakfast, sans hot sauce.

...difficult to get it out.