A night of three way spooning and curling from the cold.
We roughed it big time.
But alas... don't you wish you could wake up to this more often?
We roughed it big time.
But alas... don't you wish you could wake up to this more often?
Observing the mess that we made.
Shit didn't stand a chance.
Shit didn't stand a chance.
We were rebels.
September 23, 2010:
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| Packing up some food for our moonlit adventure |
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| Waiting outside for Erica... I'm getting a sense of very old deja vu. |
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| Our lake. Yes... OUR lake. |
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| After setting our camp site for a second time, we are satisfied. This was our view... perfect. |
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| Enjoying eachother's company. Listening to the woodpecker, admiring the sights, discussing the "rope swing", and waiting for the late ass moon. |
Roasting hotdogs and marshmellows by the fire while drinking and laughing our lives away
It's a must.
It's a must.
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