Gualala, Ca

Last weekend Becky and I went camping with Missy, Kelly, Brett, Erica. Here is a cool photo of a campfire:

Highlights include me swimming across a 2 foot deep river in order to pop the cork on Kelly's aerobed they were trying to use as a floatation raft. They were pretty pissed in a non-joking kind of way... cept brett who kept paddlin and drinkin his crappy budweiser.

From Gualala, which is tucked in a wierd little grove of Eucalyptus and Redwoods, you can walk a mile to the beach, which is covered in driftwood. We thought it would be foggy so we didn't bring our beach stuff. Bummer, because it was beautiful there.

At the campground we ate ourselves silly and I started drinking booze because our water was wierd tasting. That lasted about 5 hours and I don't even remember being drunk. I just remember the horrible camping hangover the morning after. I am on a bit of a beer-fast for a little while. Sticking to passion fruit iced tea (the kind rocco gave me a while back)

I would have to say though, hands down the best part of the deal was kelly's great breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, bacon and coffee all built on a campfire. Damn!

Oh, and we can't forget brett's favorite game of BEANHOLE - a classic horseshow style game of tossing a bag through a hole for points. Rob - you should build one of these for your camper. Hours of fun.