The whole point of a review or wrap-up thread is so all you people that couldn’t make it are insanely jealous of the Cool Kids who did. And you should be insanely jealous, because it was a great time. At least I had a good time. No one threw things at me (but Elysian rolled her eyes at me a lot- I don’t know why) or said “Bad Rue!” (much) or threatened me with a lawsuit, so I guess they were happy with things too.
Some of the highlights include:
One confused Park Employee from my utter lack of camping site choosing procedure following.
Bastards went and reserved the shelters.
Yay! VeryReb!
**GorillaGirl ** drives by. (Twice!)
Skip comes flying in.
Elysian looks askance.
Puppy!
A little puppy face massage.
The Little Woman and the boys show up.
Hot dogs at the Funtime Southwest Ohio Picnic.
A short hike.
Look! Up in the sky! Sailplanes!
Much rock throwing.
Leading the way to Jungle Jim’s.
Ice wine. (Left on shelf.)
Unexpected Port-O-Lets.
Gilded monkey bottle.
Sheep fries. (Nope.)
Let’s try ostrich, shall we?
Do we need extra goat? Yes.
Retrieve forgotten frying pan.
Campfire.
Comparing camping equipment, and Skip kept coming up short. Except for his headlight and those nice pants.
If you already have flamingos and Christmas lights, is a pirate flag too much? No, it’s not.
Ohio mead.
Haphazardly pitched tents.
A minor rant, with slight raving and maybe a little froth.
Somewhat freezer burnt passenger pigeon, but no ostrich for someone.
A yappy drunk. (Alcohol? That’s against the rules, t’ch-t’ch-t’ch!)
It gets late quickly.
Jerry Orbach and Richard Moll in silver jumpsuits. Not. My. Fault.
Someone has to go home. After the tent is already up. And the dew has settled. So it’s all wet.
Time for bed.
The next day.
Breakfast of tea, Stroopwafels and oatmeal. (Yum!)
Leading the way back to I-75.
One goes north to go west, and I go south.
Home again.
Next year: Goetta?
-Rue.