Whitaker Point and Drinking

So we went camping this weekend! Which pretty much means that we walked around for a bit, saw some cool things, built a tent and then proceeded to get drunk. 

After we went to Steele Creek to set up camp we went to Whitaker's Point for our hike. Gabby and
I had done this a year before, so Wrangler just got grandfathered in for the "second year" tick. Yay for traditions! :)

The hike was... well.. it was eventful. It is about three miles all around. Although, Gabbler made the dire mistake of following me (or letting me lead, depending on who you're asking/how you look at it), and we went on a bit of a...detour. It was about a twenty minute, crunchy leaf, wet sock detour. 

So once we realized that I had lost the path, we turned back around. 

(In my defense, they were making fun of my walk, so I was just watching my feet the entire way. I wasn't looking for arrows. I was distracted. I was sorry.)

ANYWAY-- here's some pretty pictures. :)

See? It was worth it, right? Despite the fact that everyone will always remember me getting us lost at the very end, it was worth it. :)

Anyway, back to camp we went. This got very interesting. This is also where I redeemed myself and proved that I actually know a thing or two about camping. (Once again, for Gabbler's sake, I should mention that this could possibly subjective. But this is my blog...soo...) 

This was our fire... for about two hours. In their defense, it was reallyyyy good when they had it going! I was able to cook two hot dogs for a few minutes there. The thing is we made it using twigs, because supposedly when you go camping in the woods (aka campsite) there is always wood that you can find for a campfire (in this case, sticks). I should probably mention that before we left, I, Chelsea, was made fun of for saying that we should bring fire wood, because OBVIOUSLY we are in the WOODS so there isn't any reason to actually BRING WOOD. 

Except for the fact that their was. ;)

So, Wrangler, being the awesome person that he is, decided to go get us firewood. Six pieces to be exact, because he is an honest man and paid for two "arm loads".

...

That's all I'm going to write about that. lol

Anyway, the fire was made, hot dogs were rigged up on sticks under the grill (because we were tired, WE JUST HIKED THREE MILES). Anddd the drinking began.

Long story short, we got drunk. We as in Wrangler and I. Gabby, thankfully, stayed sober or else I think there is a good possibility that Wrang and I would've gotten kicked out of the park. 

Anyway, so drunk. Ate a bunch of s'mores. And then, of course, the quest to find Chelsea a date began. Wrangler went to one site next to us that had two guys
(both wearing sandals and one had actually unzipped his pants at the knee to make shorts. Yeah.)

That didn't pan out very well. So.. on to the next one.

We ended up going to another site that was next to us that had three guys. We had already dubbed them the toking tent since we were pretty sure they were smoking weed, but apparently that was forgotten by this time. All had came from MSU (starting off well). All had careers and had graduated from college (getting better). And one had actually shown some interest. He started hanging out at our tent. To shorten this, Gabby (once again, voice of reason. I love her,) noticed that he had a ring on. The night ended with Wrangler kicking him out, and then stalking his tent to make sure that he wouldn't come over. At one point I went up to Wrang to ask him what he was doing and he proceeded to tell me that he was going to make the guy (I don't even know his name, poor fellow) "regret the day that his parent's were born". So there was that lol.

Eventually, we crashed. Woke up in the morning, cleared camp and then came home. Hungover, tired, and sore. 

It was a great weekend with the Gabbler. Definitely one for the books. :)