Camping

MICAH:

I remember camping with the fam. Mom would make a trip to Costco that was camping-specific. -24pack of Dad's root beer.
-24pack of puddings. (i wrote a myspace blog about saxman camping a while ago)

I remember how fiercely mom would guard the peanut M&M's at least until after our first game of C.A.D had been played out. BTW, does anyone know what "CAD" stands for? Is it even an acronym?

I remember how tightly dad packed the pop-up tent trailer. We brought our own firewood. The smell of that yellow, wet, canvas tent with a hint of mold would remind you that you were in the forest before you even opened your eyes in the morning. I can recall Jordan hiding along a trail one night. His plan was to run out from behind a tree and scare the huddle of girls when they came walking back to the campsite from the bathroom. The only problem with his plan was the huge stump that he tripped on, two steps into his full-sprint attack.

I also remember when Ben was once given the floorspace of the very back of the gray van as his bed space. His roommate, however, happened to be Bubba. And when Ben woke up, he stayed in his sleeping bag and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for Bubba to get dressed and jump out of the van. Feeling a bit bashful, no doubt, about opening up the back door of the van while Bubba changed, Ben proceeded to fake his slumber. Minutes turned to what seemed like an hour as the air in the van gradually became thicker and stronger as Bubba added layer after layer of perfume, deodorant, and other various Bubba-esque pungent aromas.