The worst part was coming home, knowing that real life was not far behind. Freezing my butt off in a tent in the mountains while trying to sleep was a close second, but as that only lasted about 2 hours, I'm ok with it.

We stayed up super late, woke up super early, and spent so much time talking and laughing about the silliest (and most embarassing) things.

It was raining when we got there and it took all of our strength not to give up and book a hotel room. But dispite our girliness we braved the "storm" (read: 5 minutes of drizzling rain) and learned how to pitch a tent. The fire was no problem thanks to Sunshine's impecable woodchopping skills. Channy's dog Bailey provided the entertainment while we sat around the fire for hours talking, laughing, eating and drinking. The trip may not have been possible without Channy's endless supply of camping gear, but it wouldn't have been complete without her. I hope she knows that.

A Note To My "T Shirt Buddies":
No one understands me like you two. And now, no one knows more.... so keep yer traps shut or I'll kill ye! Oh the ice!!!
-Jerb.
P.S. Thanks, that was fun.