Submitted by an anonymous camper

Spontaneous naturalism, a complete revision of the concepts of Darwin. Darwin states that one must spontaneously mutate in order to adapt to their surroundings, however, regardless of spontaneous mutations, natural instinct or shall I say, primal instincts will always offer a strong competition to mutation. Point in fact is man’s relentless urge to return to the wild. Every Friday more than 30% of the nation goes to the woods for the weekend. This gives them a chance to unwind from the tireless week of inner-city living. An urge that must be overcome by any means possible, this is the concept of the following story. Completely truthful, nothing has been exaggerated in any way shape or form.

It was the time when I was almost 21. I had always had an unrivaled knack for the ability to find and replace jobs with these. My good friend, however, lacked this skill. He had been friends for over two years by this time, and on the week in question, paychecks were being issued. Unfortunately for my friend, this was to be his last paycheck on the job. When he came to me and stated that he had been fired and he was going camping for a week, I only had to think about it for five seconds.

Knowing that it would be impossible for me to take a week’s vacation seeing as I had only started the job a month earlier, I took it upon myself to grab my last paycheck and quit. The two of us set out for what was to be one of the most adventurous weeks in our young adult lives.

We decided to take two separate vehicles as we always do, me and my 1978 Jeep Grand Cherokee, and of course my friend in his 1977 John Deer Green Ford F-350. The first stop, we were to make was to get the staples necessary to last us through the week. This consisted of a stop in at a local grocery store and picking up an entire flat of beans, hot dogs and beer.

It only took about an hour for us to get our usual camping spot, but it sure was fun seeing these two old pickup trucks racing down the interstate on a Friday afternoon during rush hour.

Before reaching our final destination, however, we had to stop off at one more spot. One of our good friends was the manager at a Burger King. For us, it is just not camping without the addition of chicken nuggets and a quad whopper.

After explaining to our friend following week’s exploits, he ensured us that he too would stop by to see how we were doing.

Now, up until this point, I had realized that I forgot to mention the fact that it was in the middle of the winter. The temperature outside was roughly 16°, and we had about 3 feet of snow on the ground. This made things interesting, but to seasoned campers like us, this would not be an issue.