Ah, Exploits of the Journey!
Nov. 16th, 2003 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoSomewhere in the center of New Jersey rests a Boy Scout reservation refered to as "Nobebasco" (No-bee-bah-s-co) It's a fairly popular little camping ground during the summer season that gets accumulated with little dirty kids in uniforms as they fulfill their requirements. In fact, out of all the summer camp reservations I've heard of, this one has always been booked full...
What people fail to educate to people, however, are the obscure roads that are involved in trying to reach these places. Nobebasco was a new trip experience for the fellows I was traveling with. In corroboration with a severe bottlenecking of a highway that could have only been from a fairly bad accident, and you end up with misadventures through driving around!
There's not much to say in specifics except that the roads were windy and long. And windy. Oh, and long. These are the roads that lead the Mystery Machine whenever there's an adventure brewing and some conniving evil person in a rubber costume.
Once there, we end up situated in a cabin; er, a cabin with propane heating. Did I mention that this cabin is notorious for having high-tension wires running through the reservation? Great reception for cellphones, if you don't mind that cancer thing and all.
There's an outhouse, but it reeks of evil. Evil is in the fullest context here; stoppered up urinal, a stall with shit stains along the rim, and another stall where there were shit stains along the walls (my friend informed me of this because he felt it out of curiosity). Did I mention that those were the only stalls available in the stated outhouse?
Then there were my books. I brought almost weverything I needed. That is, everything except the textbooks I wanted to finish up some work on. Bedebedebedee; I got hosed, Buck! Finally, I brought up a cot with an aluminum frame; unfortunately, the key joint of the frame had bent beyond reality. Thankfully, I always carry duct tape; unfortunately, I only got halfway through bracing it before my roll ran out. Add to this an excessively upset stomach, and you've got the wackiest camp comedy this year on UPN!
Actually, it wasn't too bad. The kids were good (but smelly), and they seemed to have fun as well as learn some key bits. I taught a few of them a bit on the art of roasting marshmallows (as well as burn my @#$(& winter gloves in the process), and I got to dress up in full winter gear from the high winds and chilled climate, making me look almost like a potential terrorist! Yes, fun to be had by all. I could have went without having one of the older counselors waking up at 5 in the morning(How do old people do it?!) but otherwise, it was a blast.
Now that I have said my shpiel and taken my shower, I will go sleep.
What people fail to educate to people, however, are the obscure roads that are involved in trying to reach these places. Nobebasco was a new trip experience for the fellows I was traveling with. In corroboration with a severe bottlenecking of a highway that could have only been from a fairly bad accident, and you end up with misadventures through driving around!
There's not much to say in specifics except that the roads were windy and long. And windy. Oh, and long. These are the roads that lead the Mystery Machine whenever there's an adventure brewing and some conniving evil person in a rubber costume.
Once there, we end up situated in a cabin; er, a cabin with propane heating. Did I mention that this cabin is notorious for having high-tension wires running through the reservation? Great reception for cellphones, if you don't mind that cancer thing and all.
There's an outhouse, but it reeks of evil. Evil is in the fullest context here; stoppered up urinal, a stall with shit stains along the rim, and another stall where there were shit stains along the walls (my friend informed me of this because he felt it out of curiosity). Did I mention that those were the only stalls available in the stated outhouse?
Then there were my books. I brought almost weverything I needed. That is, everything except the textbooks I wanted to finish up some work on. Bedebedebedee; I got hosed, Buck! Finally, I brought up a cot with an aluminum frame; unfortunately, the key joint of the frame had bent beyond reality. Thankfully, I always carry duct tape; unfortunately, I only got halfway through bracing it before my roll ran out. Add to this an excessively upset stomach, and you've got the wackiest camp comedy this year on UPN!
Actually, it wasn't too bad. The kids were good (but smelly), and they seemed to have fun as well as learn some key bits. I taught a few of them a bit on the art of roasting marshmallows (as well as burn my @#$(& winter gloves in the process), and I got to dress up in full winter gear from the high winds and chilled climate, making me look almost like a potential terrorist! Yes, fun to be had by all. I could have went without having one of the older counselors waking up at 5 in the morning(How do old people do it?!) but otherwise, it was a blast.
Now that I have said my shpiel and taken my shower, I will go sleep.
