Today’s topic: TACOS trip - Friday

So last weekend I dragged Steve and Ray along for a TACOS weekend, and I am quite proud to say that we fulfilled the dream of TACOS.

• Tong – He actually went into the woods, and didn’t even bring hair gel.


• Adventurous Camping – It was all the way in Hingham, we had to deal with traffic and everything.


• Outdoor Sports – mountain biking*


• TACOS – we had actual tacos for dinner. AWESOME!!
  

Even though I sent both of them a number of emails about Wompatuck State Park Ray still managed to ask:

“Where are we going? What's the address? What time should I meet you guys tomorrow? Do I need to bring anything besides sleeping bag, bike, hair gel, egg mcmuffin maker?

Ray”

Ya, that’s his actual email, 18 emails into the chain about the trip. Also, Steve thought that we were going to drive somewhere to then bike into the park. Anyway, Steve and I got to the park after battling some Friday afternoon cape traffic with enough time to fully set up camp and have dinner before dark. That’s kinda a big deal for us. We generally get to the campsite at about 10PM and have to fiddle around in the dark to set up camp and/or use car headlights to set up camp.

Since it was approximately 276° on Friday night, Steve decided it was sooo weird to be car camping** and that we have to get in the car and drive 4 miles down the road to the gas station at the edge of the park for ice cream. Just as we left the site the infamous Ray Tong called to let us know that he will defiantly not be getting to the site before sat morning because there is a crazy storm happening at that time in Somerville. We reply that it is perfectly clear at the site and he is a little girl and should avoid the storm by coming camping immediately (we are only a half our away). He hangs up on us.

Within .01 seconds of hanging up the phone the sky opens up and dumps a swimming pool on us. And not a little kiddie pool type pool, the Olympic sized shit. We make it to the gas station and get ice cream sandwiches, which were not particularly worth the drive, and head back to camp. At this point we can no longer see the road in front of us, and there are no street lights on the road so we drive 3 mph through the park to get back to the site.

*until all of our bikes died Sunday morning at approx 11:18AM
** prettymuch every time we have ever gone camping we have done at least one night of car camping, but Steve decided that those don’t count.