Camping with Steve

This is Bawls. I like how the bottle is shaped like a ribbed condom,you know, for her pleasure.

It took a while before everyone had finished looking at pictures (of some other event) so we could start camping.

The new taste sensation.

We all took turns doing Lewis & Clark poses.

Look it's Sasquatch... or is it Sacajawea.

And here is a picture Mathews shoe.

I was a little embarrassed that we got these cups for camping. I actually think there were enough coffee mugs in my car.

Maureen lost her keys.

Somewhere between the campsite and the sea.

Here is a kid with a make-shift bull whip. He DID loose an eye.

Some small sea creature bit my toe. Have I mentioned my contempt for nature?

A taunting dance.

A group high five.

A frolic.

I am terribly unhappy in this picture.

I guess I got over it.

Matt and I lamented our lack of kites. We openly cursed the other users of kites on the beach and made comments about the crappy job they were doing at kite flying.

There are a lot of pictures where I'm not sure what is going on, however, I feel obligated to leave them here for Steve's birthday, which continued for weeks (by the way).

It's possible that I am being called out for throwing a giant pile of kelp at Steve.

Here; Matt and I avoid the cold waters of the Pacific.

A group hug.

Steve and Katherine found a beached sea creature

This is where the picture of me and Matt showing the sea that we were more powerful than thee by peeing in it, would have gone.

We got three flavors of water: Spring, Distilled and Purified. We were going to do a taste test but then we forgot.

Steve had brought spinach and a can of tuna for eating because "those are the things I like".

Insert picture of our drunken neighbor taking shots of vodka and falling down.

Here Steve disappears down a hole.

We, briefly, thought about following him...





Eventually Steve reappears on the beach with Katherine. Yes, this is a picture of us spying on them from afar.

Steve continually asks if it is his birthday yet. Maureen continually tells him that it is not, therefore he has no say regarding what music we will listen to.

Happy birthday Steve.

Tents were divided into girls and boys. Maureen ended up sleeping in her car and Steve slept on the ground.

For some reason cooking breakfast proved quite difficult.

Eventually, everything worked out.

Steve whittling chopsticks.

That was a lot of Steve...