Day Sixty-Six: Film Camp, but with 100% Less Film

8/16/13, 12:30 PM PDT

Woke up at 8 to pack for our family camping trip. So at home, I scream a lot because, well... it's my own home and I can do whatever I want. So while packing, mom told me to bring pillows. I grabbed three of them and ran to the kitchen screaming "PILLOW. PILLOW." in as high a voice as I could muster.

Unfortunately for me, our neighbor was standing right in front of our open front door. And he heard everything.

Ah well. Deal with it.

Now at Denny's, eating food things. Went to the bathroom to wash my hands as per usual and THE STENCH WAS MISERABLE. I swear to god, based on the texture of the floor, I'm willing to bet that someone had explosive diarrhea and wasn't exactly a sharpshooter. UGH. I speed-washed my hands and got the HELL out of there.

Appetite ruined. Good start to a three-day camping trip, huh?



Same day, 7:06 PM PDT

Arrived at camp and immediately went for a swim in our camp's lake.

Oh, did I say lake? I meant pool. Yes. A chlorinated, heated, concrete pool. While camping. Because we're at Kampground [sic] of America.

Anyway, afterwards, more people started showing up. Met this girl named Gail. We went for a bit of a walk outside KoA's gorgeous lakeside view, right on the underbelly of the SR 54. Found a neat little pseudo-cave in the rocky concrete slope outside the camp. It's hard to describe the area, but basically, it's a mini cave, about 8 feet long, with walls of concrete, in the middle of a slope filled with rocks that are coated in concrete. And there was a cardboard bed in it, complete with a matching cardboard nightstand and a cardboard-colored plastic bag as a makeshift pillow.

It was a Hobo Hut. A pretty cool one, too.

Head back to camp, where we played pool. Using my impeccable accuracy, I easily and effortlessly won, performing a perfect break and sinking all of the solid balls without error. She stood in awe as I swept.

...Nah, I won just because she accidentally sunk the 8 ball in. She would've won no matter what.

After that, we climbed trees. I don't know.

OH. And she has DOGS. Look at Kuma.

Fricking HUGE.

D'aww.

And their tiny dog, Tootsie.

Comparatively smaller than Kuma. Also noisier. Significantly noisier.

One of her brothers that came later brought another dog. I think its name was... Kaiju? I can't remember. But it has nice eyes.

Get the Jaeger.

They're all really nice dogs. Kuma and Kaiju really like wrestling. Should've caught it on film.



Same day, 10:00 PM PDT

Played a bit of soccer, where one of our goals was a car parked right in front of the tiny grassy field that we were playing at. Sorry, whoever owns that car. It probably has a thousand dents in it now.





RFotD: Kuma in Japanese means "bear."

SGAT: None.