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8:55AM - Wednesday July 6, 2005 And I'm only exagerrating a tidge. It was raining, there was thunder and lightning--it's just that the time between the flash and boom was well over 20 seconds. We got off easy, and go the tent and tarp up in short order, and even had a smoldering fire. Which brings me to my new favourite thing, my whetstone. Last time we camped at Blomidon, our fire-starting capability was thwarted by our lack of kindling. We both had hatchets, but they were very dull. This time, with but a few passes of my brand new whetstone, voila! Sharp edges of DOOM! Goddess bless Canadian Tire, who may not have known where to get those fuckers sharpened, but could point us to the right aisle to do it ourselves. And also, yay! for firestarters. With enough kindling and and entire pack of those, your fire is guaranteed! So, the first night, our fire smouldered, we drank tequila-flavoured beer called Desperados, ate tepid hotdogs and got harrassed by an asshole raccon. Little fucker wasn't afraid of anything and kept coming by even after we'd locked all the food in the jeep. Little bastard. Oh, and the lantern nearly set the forest on fire. When a propane lantern goes, it's spectacular! The next morning we feasted on pierogis and onions with sour cream, and Mermaid had some fake bacon and eggs, and I was retarded and brought my BODUM so we could have good coffee. Heh. Into which I immediately dumped some Carnation coffee hazelnut-flavoured goo. Yum. After clean up, we went down the mountain and hit all the used clothing stores within a 45 minute radius. There are a lot of them, and we spent about an hour in each. By 7pm we were pooped, so we turned for home with our new cherished duds, and had a supper to die for. Baked brie and baguette, people! And tons of fantastic cheese from Fox Hill CHeese House, and crackers, and cherries and strawberries, and more beer. All yummy. Our fire was roaring, I was sitting all warm in my two new hoodies... All was right with the world. We packed everything up tight and went to bed, and that asshole raccoon came right into the vestibules of the tent to poke around. We left him nothing! Hah! Little bastard. In the morning we stoked up the fire and had many roasted hotdogs for breakfast. I made a condiment mix of Miracle Whip, ketchup and horseradish that was delish, and went to town. We packed up the campsite, and were heading down the mountain by 2pm and on our way to hang out with Kryptonite and wedge him into the jeep to bring him back to the city with us. There were highway adventures, too, as Mermaids jeep is a soft top and the top kept making horrific noises like it was goign to come off. We had to stop a couple of times to repair it with black duct tape. Good times.
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