Upon arriving at the campsite, the first thing we decided to was to get a fire started. Now the average camper remembers reading important things like saws, hatchets and axes. But we didn’t need any of this stuff.

We enjoyed the challenge of the team effort, as both a bar pickup trucks were attached to a tree by a logger’s chain. A couple of minutes later, and a gallon of gas gone for both of our trucks (some was used to start the camp fire), we had the tree down, and a nice the campfire going.

As I’ve stated before, and not the normal camper. Although I have changed a lot since my younger, crazier days, I still enjoy a bit of excitement in the great outdoors. My friend and I did not own any tents, of what we lacked in shelter, we made up for in cargo space.

It was about eight o’clock in the evening when our Burger King friend arrived. Luckily he had brought in additional case of beer as we have already finished off the first one. Although we already have two quad Whoppers each, a couple of cans of beans and if you hotdogs, you are more than willing to accept his offerings of chicken nuggets.

I guess you could say that other than the fact that our campfire was an entire tree sitting on top of the icy river, and that our shelters or pickup trucks, our first night of camping was pretty normal. But by the time the sun had risen normalcy had completely disappeared.

By morning, the mixture of beer, chicken nuggets, Whoppers, hotdogs and beans was interested in moving on. A word of advice for anyone who is new to camping, dig your own holes and do not use pre-existing holes that look like they would suffice. This is an important lesson, as the hole that I had chosen was filled with mud wasps. These little insects were not very happy with their rude awakening and had decided to get revenge.

Now, although my friend and I had forgotten all the normal essentials for camping, one thing that was not forgotten was a paintball gun. As I was running through the woods with my pants around my ankles, my friend was taking potshots at me with a paintball gun. Revenge would come around shortly.

Out of sheer boredom, and due to the fact that the river flowed so slowly, that it had already developed over a foot of ice on the surface, we decided to drag race our pickup trucks across the river. Now as you know, because a river does flow, just because the edges have a foot of ice that does not mean the center does. Luckily for me my truck is a lot faster than my friend’s. As I reached the other side of the river, I looked back to find my friend’s pickup truck with the back axel in the frozen river.

There is nothing like a little excitement for the early afternoon on our second day camping. Thanks to the fact that it was now Saturday, it only took a couple of phone calls to get the necessary assistance to pull my friend’s truck out of the river. I on the other hand, had to drive a ways around to the nearest bridge to get back to the other side.

A stuck truck is always a great way to start a party. Considering we already had 15 of our closest friends arrived to help pull the truck out of the river, and a camp fire (I mean tree) was still burning, it was time to do a beer run.

It’s amazing how quickly word spreads, turning a small party into a large shindig. By the time I return to the campsite, there is already an additional 50 plus people who arrived to help enjoy the winter festivities.

For some reason, although my friend was not good at finding nor keeping jobs, he was very good at getting a party started. I kid you not, when I tell you that by the end of the evening, we had over 250 guests. Of course this was a BYOB party, since both my friend and I had recently lost our jobs, we would not be able to afford to pay for all that beer.