While it’s easy to look at the 4th of July posts, so far, as humorous antecdotes, it’s important to remember that it really did happen. Think carefully whether you can handle the conclusion. And now, back to 4th of July meets Campy Horror Flick…
Finishing our hike, Skye and I discovered Justin awaiting on the porch. His arrival fortold the others, with Jeff and Meredith wheeling up shortly after.Meredith’s friend also arrived. However, she is quite camera shy and I was quite lazy. As we have no photographic evidence of her existence, it seems only fair to pretend she was not present.
Seeing much dry kindling, we decided to start a fire. It was agreed that in case of emergency we could put it out with a cooler before destroying the park.
There’s nothing like fire to get a party started.
There it is.
Skye came prepared, with vegetarian hot dogs in a can.Yum.
Food is always better when infused with the flavors of charcoal and aluminum.
See? Skye just can’t get enough.
But soon dinner time must end, and resemblance to the Blair Witch Project to grow and grow.
For you see, out of the entire campsite, we were the ONLY occupied cabin.Some people thought they’d feel safer if there were other lights in the darkness, so went to light up the closest cabin.
Meredith’s lantern was able to fight the darkness AND provide eery images.
Maybe I had too low a shutter speed for how much people were moving.Or maybe it’s a sign of the evil still lurking.
As it has a habit to do, night fell.
Silly neighbor cabin, lulling us into a false sense of security.
But the fire burned on.And what better way to distract oneself from visions of men with knives coming out of the trees?
Smores!
Proven Fact: No one has ever been murdered eating a smore.Think about it.
Not just a snack, but a safely device.Failing in my job as 4th of July photographer, I recorded no evidence of the following events. I would like to emphasize they are 100% factual.
Shortly after dinner, Meredith (if she had a friend, Meredith’s friend would also be listed here) started claiming she could not sleep if she stayed in the cabin.
Then there was a mouse spotting.
Then a mysterious bug.
Who knew what could be next.
Skye, Justin, and I headed out to the bathrooms. Always travel in groups, you can’t be too careful. We survived the wild, only to return and find…
DUM DUM DUM
Meredith and Jeff packing their belonging and leaving.
Leaving us all alone to fight off what killers may come.
But despite out depleated numbers, we made it through the night.
I was convinced this doughnut was in the shape of a heart.
I’d had very little sleep.
The survivors.Remember kids, camping is always just one step away from a horror movie.
So watch out.
