Deep Woods

With our complete lack of experience and lukewarm confidence we felt good about our prospects of an adventurous weekend or at least one that we would remember for some time. We were a bit unsure as to what side of that coin we would fall on, but we were optimistic nonetheless. As everyone knows there are good adventures and bad (at least at the time) adventures. Each will result in a burned in, and sometimes traumatic, memory. We had pretty much made our peace with that prospect and were ready to take whatever was thrown at us.

After an unnervingly short and nonchalant conversation with our rental agent we loaded up our thirty foot recreational vehicle and pointed North in search of the holy grail, Deep Woods. We were all quite excited that we happened to hit the road around five in the afternoon and happened to be departing the city, along with the rest of the population, heading up North for a weekend of camping. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like cruising down a five-lane freeway in rush hour in a thirty-foot RV which is at least twice as big as any vehicle you've ever driven. I can only speculate at the enjoyment from my experience of being a passenger for this leg of the journey. After some white knuckle iPod DJ-ing I was glad once we finally hit the open road. A quick stop for some ice (you know...to chill the milk) and we pushed on towards camp one.

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