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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Camping in the Buff

The title may get the wheels rolling in your head, it might even make you smirk for a moment, but I have to confess, it's not what you think. My fiance and I are on Spring Break this week, and I, being the first one to do something spontaneous, started to think of a cheap and super fast holiday for a few days. I finished up my discussions and anthropology participant observation paper and thought, why not go camping? It's a perfect time to go, albeit the mosquitoes here in Florida are like T-Rexes on steroids.

I went to the storage unit outside and grabbed my tripod camping grill leaning in the corner and my
tiki torches. I know, torches will attract the not so welcome mosquito raptors, but these torches repel the critters with their lovely and deadly smell. I started stumbling around for, looking for anything that resembled camping gear. To be quite honest, it has been close to 15 years since I've actually camped, so I'm a bit green I suppose. Not to mention, I had a funny experience several years ago when I was life guarding, and 100 of us, camped in the woods.

I went straight too the campsite after work. I still had my bathing suit on and had brought a pair of sweats, a tank top, sports bra, some Columbia hiking shoes, socks, and some deodorant. I was roughing it back then. No makeup! No hairbrush! I suppose I was getting some practice in before I actually became an archaeologist. Besides the point, however. I placed my bag inside a my tent and grabbed a drink. The night pressed on and before I knew it, I was ready for a good night's sleep.

I took off my swimsuit and hung it from a clothespin. I pulled up my sleeping bag over my head, and went to sleep in some underclothes. No sooner did I fall asleep and it was morning. I reached for my bag which was oddly missing and so was my bathing suit. My hiking shoes and socks were still by the opening of the tent. I yelled out and said "ok guys, not funny". No one was there. I heard some laughter coming from the creek, and low and behold, the scene was more than comical. My friends, maybe, were swinging from a rope and landing in the water, in the semi buff. Ok, so not all of them, but a choice few.

I was informed the only way to get my clothes back was to join in their so called fun. A sort of initiation I guess since this was my first summer as a guard. You only live once, so I happily grabbed the rope without hesitation, still in my underclothes mind you, and swung into the water, losing my top in the process.

So, you can imagine my hesitation when it comes to camping with friends. Actually, camping with anyone. You're never to young to pull a fast one. Why is it that the craziest things always happen when you go camping? Do you have a funny camp story?


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