Hi guys!
Okay, it wasn't completely horrible, butt, like, it still sucked and stuff. It only rained that morning so at least we didn't get rained on, butt I burned pretty badly even though I was under a umbrella or in the shade like 99.9 percent of the time. I don't want to bitch, but for various reasons these trips gets worse every year, so next year about this time I demand that the members (meh heh) of this board organize a rescue commitee to cum and kidnap me so I don't have to go.
Although there was this one cool thing. One of the toilets didn't flush...well, okay, sidestory about that: I think it was one of those trick toilets because sometimes when I was in that bathroom I'd hear flushing coming from that stall, butt then at other times it wouldn't seem to work for the people who were in there, and both my sister and I fell victim to that the first time we used that stall--separately, not together--so I'm convinced the toilet was alive and very judgemental about whose crap it'd take. Anyway, so there was a log in there that was all puffy and was falling apart at the edges, so that was pretty cool. I thought of going back and taking a picture to show you guys but by then it was gone. I think it was getting too wrinkly so it got out and walked away. Come to think of it, I do seem to remember some commotion on the beach about a great white turd that was hunting surfers...
And thanks for all the concern, butt we were camping at the beach, no wild thingy-groping bears or toilets that go thud.
There's always next year.
...Not to sound like an old man who's got a story for every occasion, but did I ever tell you about the time we were camping in the mountains and my sister and I were in the turds-that-go-thud bathroom at night and since we had our flashlights, for some reason we decided to shine our lights down into the hole. I really don't know why we did that, we just looked at each other and without saying a word we just simultaneously decided to shine our lights down in the hole whereupon we seen a nice big, glistening lizard looking back at us. Apparently, he figured out the choicest flys lived down there and moved in.
So that's camping for ya. Next year I plan to be kidnapped.