Oh, and how was camping? We killed the keg of Guinness Friday before midnight. (not a total tragedy, there was other beer to be had) I twisted my ankle Saturday night (it's still healing, btw, though I'm not limping, noticeably, at the moment), all my gear got rained on Sunday morning (including the towels I had left on a line to "dry"), I started to come down with a fever, and of course, there was the tick I found on a fairly private (and sensitive) part of my anatomy.

Between the ankle, and the fever, and the rain, I called it quits, packed up and went home late Sunday afternoon.

Actually, I had a blast While it seems that some god must hate me (for whatever reason), the week-from-hell before my trip and all injuries aside, I really enjoyed Friday night and Saturday. next time I'll have to figure out how to enjoy a couple of days like that without having to dig myself out of a crapstorm just to get there and back.