the 2nd annual camping "where budgies dare" went swimmingly

although i must admit, i didnt go swimming
which i am usually want do when i am one with mother nature
[and you know how i love get with...
...well, you know where i'm heading]
and besides which, holy snappin arseholes ...it was cold!!
sitting by the camp-fire at night
its a weird feeling
to have ones shins hot enough to fry eggs
yet one's calves cold enough to store steaks

and dont get me started on the "i cant stand the rain"
it began saturday as i commenced dinner preparations
and continued thru sunday
until we had just finished breaking camp
somebody up there sure has a twisted sense of humour
[god bless your merry soul God]

we ate like kings
fri night we dined on father mcCreedy's fireside snacks
and youngbloods grilled chewbaccas
saturday morningish danny boy put on
smoked salmon omelets and dessert style crepes

i tell ya, this camping sure isnt for the faint of heart ;)

oh, and i didnt go fishing either
danny boy and i (broadsword) opt to go into town
for satuday night dinner provisions
while YB and FMC get "some line wet"
claiming to have released all the fish they caught
[...and my ass is a star]

anyhoo (and since it is my blog)
dinner a le bern was FANTASICO, MAN
grilled seviche shrimp paired with a california cab
killer scratch ceasar salad with an even huger cab
marinated bbq striploins, squeaky mushrooms
and fire roasted sweet putatahs
gushed over by a kick ass amarone

as it was still raining for our saturday night campire
we "tarped" the fire pit and adjourned with
baileys coffee for repartee [does not rhymne]
and jsyk, if one douses a lit fire with two full squirts
of bbq starter and there is tarp right above,
two big holes will appear in said tarp
...jsyk

all in all
2 days with frank, paul and young paul:
excellent

and my big 5-oh
has again been upgraded
from looming to countdown status
T-3 sleeps

bern shares
bv)