Hey Internet. As you likely know from my previous post, I went camping this weekend. Since it was a three-day adventure and all, I thought I’d milk this for as long as possible and tell you my tale in three parts.
In many ways, this trip was a story of layers. No, not like in Shrek. Rather, the temperature gods demanded that I constantly take off and put on a variety of shirts, jackets, sweaters, and even pants. Yes, pants. (At one point I was wearing three pairs, but you’ll have to wait until this Friday’s post to read about that.)
We left Friday afternoon. It was hot here in University Land, but unfortunately it was the kind of hot that doesn’t bother you until you’ve stood outside for 30 minutes, by which point it is of course too late to get your act together and change into a t-shirt.
The trip got off to a rollicking start when my friend the Hashmaster and I thought it would be a good idea to walk the whole way across campus lugging our camping gear. And it’s a big campus. Here’s a rough chart of our journey.
By the time we arrived, we were slightly disheveled and had learned an important lesson. Namely, the value of friends with cars.
While we waited for the rest of the class to arrive, there was a great deal of standing on the sidewalk, huddled against the edge of the building where it was shady. Of course, being highly intelligent, I was wearing a long-sleeved thermal shirt not unlike this one (attractive, huh?), so I melted a little bit before we got in the vans and took off.
It was a 6 hour drive over flat country that became progressively more mountainous, though by the time we really got into the mountains it was too dark to see much of anything.
On the way we stopped for dinner in the shining metropolis of Roswell, New Mexico, a.k.a. Alienville. As some of my ancestors might have said, the place was ‘et up with aliens. And as I might say, there were aliens freaking everywhere. The place is obviously a fading alien boomtown. We ate dinner in a Mexican restaurant with paintings of aliens dressed as a mariachi band on the windows. We also saw a shirt that said “Aliens don’t scare me- I’m from Texas.” I’m not sure if it was awesome or horrifying.
Once we left that colorful little splotch of the world, we drove a few more hours and eventually ended up on the world’s creepiest dirt road. It was completely dark except for an insane amount of stars, so all we could see was the vague outlines of various tall trees as we bumped along. We also passed a variety of dilapidated buildings that almost definitely housed serial killers. (One of these buildings was declared “the slaughterhouse” by a guy in the van, and I must admit he had a point.)
Finally, we got to the campsite and set up our tents in the dark, because we are amazing. And that was the end of Friday’s adventures. Stay tuned!