Friday, Nevember 4th, 4:20 p.m. (no joke)-my homeboy invites me to go camping with him and some friends for a night and a day at Fahnestock State Park-of course, we were ripping a bong during the conversation.
This was my first time camping. In the past I passed on opportunities to go camping in favor of World of Warcraft. It was a pretty awesome experience and I'll gladly camp out again.
Fire cooked food:
-Homemade soup with fresh vegetables and jerky
-Baked beans
-Hot dogs
-S'mores
-Grilled cheese
-Scrambled egg sandwiches with chopped onions and cheese
I don't particularly care for some of the food and ingredients in that list, but when you impale a stick through something and thrust it into a fire, it comes out tasting damn good. The camp site provides a cast iron pot and griddle for the shit you can't impale. We fucked up the chicken we brought but there was more than enough of the other food.
This was also my first time hiking on rugged terrain. I felt so free, especially when we sat atop the hills, looking out at the mountains, the red and orange leaved trees, and Canopus Lake. A blunt for each of the two breaks we took made the experience even better
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We adventured for about 5 hours. My friends were looking for a trail off of the hiking path that they found in August but didn't explore. Three months and two major storms later they were unable to find the area due to downed trees and shit changing the landscape. As luck would have it, they found the spot when the sun was setting. We didn't plan on hiking through the rocky, hilly, and sometimes muddy wilderness at night so we chalked up the "defeat" to Mother Nature. We were also unprepared for the strenuous hike. We didn't bring any food with us. I was also completely spent, having never scaled rocky hills. Hell, I can't recall a time in my life where each individual step I took meant the difference between being well and being severely injured (or worse).
Camping out in a tent in 23 degree weather was something else-four shirts, a fleece lined coat, two pairs of socks on my feet and two sleeping bags. It was actually pretty warm once I was all wrapped up. I'd camp out again during the cold season if my friends were up for it and I wouldn't fuck around. I'd roll up in that bitch lookin' like an Eskimo.
Unfortunately I don't have any pics of the stunning landscape. No one had a camera with a strap. One of my friends took a nice picture on the trail (first picture). I'll link some pictures from Google of the area.
This was my first time camping. In the past I passed on opportunities to go camping in favor of World of Warcraft. It was a pretty awesome experience and I'll gladly camp out again.
Fire cooked food:
-Homemade soup with fresh vegetables and jerky
-Baked beans
-Hot dogs
-S'mores
-Grilled cheese
-Scrambled egg sandwiches with chopped onions and cheese
I don't particularly care for some of the food and ingredients in that list, but when you impale a stick through something and thrust it into a fire, it comes out tasting damn good. The camp site provides a cast iron pot and griddle for the shit you can't impale. We fucked up the chicken we brought but there was more than enough of the other food.
This was also my first time hiking on rugged terrain. I felt so free, especially when we sat atop the hills, looking out at the mountains, the red and orange leaved trees, and Canopus Lake. A blunt for each of the two breaks we took made the experience even better
. We adventured for about 5 hours. My friends were looking for a trail off of the hiking path that they found in August but didn't explore. Three months and two major storms later they were unable to find the area due to downed trees and shit changing the landscape. As luck would have it, they found the spot when the sun was setting. We didn't plan on hiking through the rocky, hilly, and sometimes muddy wilderness at night so we chalked up the "defeat" to Mother Nature. We were also unprepared for the strenuous hike. We didn't bring any food with us. I was also completely spent, having never scaled rocky hills. Hell, I can't recall a time in my life where each individual step I took meant the difference between being well and being severely injured (or worse).
Camping out in a tent in 23 degree weather was something else-four shirts, a fleece lined coat, two pairs of socks on my feet and two sleeping bags. It was actually pretty warm once I was all wrapped up. I'd camp out again during the cold season if my friends were up for it and I wouldn't fuck around. I'd roll up in that bitch lookin' like an Eskimo.
Unfortunately I don't have any pics of the stunning landscape. No one had a camera with a strap. One of my friends took a nice picture on the trail (first picture). I'll link some pictures from Google of the area.
adrastea:
wow, if that is where you went camping, that's a beautiful area, and I'm quite jealous. <33
minks:
ahh I love camping, I can't believe you've never been! & thank you so much that means alot to me!
that means alot to me!