: Five people : One Volkswagen Golf : Five pillows, three sleeping bags, five blankets, a featherbed, an air mattress (pump included), four backpacks, three purses, one man bag, six bags of food, two gallons of water : and a whole lot of fun :
All piled on the table. In a seemingly unorganized matter.
Beautifully unfolding into home for the evening.
Giving beach modeling a new look.
The Carpenter Siblings looking ever so contemplative.
It was as cold as it looks. "Stay warm!" shouted the bum, who'd claimed the beach as his permanent dwelling. Bonfires, an art really. Mastered by BrandEn, was built ever so carefully and aflame in minutes warming our toes.
Chef Jesseecka. Menu for the evening. Clam chowder and rolls. Yum. Next time Jessie, I'll be more careful and not spill half a can, or drop an open one back into the fire. promise.
Coffee and s'mores. SCORE. 
Awakening several times to the ridiculously loud seagulls. I brushed off the racket by just assuming they were pumped to start a new day (most seagulls are, don't act surprised).: I've got news for you :
Never brush off a loud clan of seagulls. NEVER.
Stepping out of our tent, I noticed the chocolate wrappers, cream cheese containers and bagels had been completely devoured. Not by your typical woodland animals, because as I stated the night before, "It's so nice to not have to store your food while your camping! You don't have to worry about little creatures eating all your goods."
So we were left with mildly dented "bird avocados" and "bird apples", which Jessie happily accepted and made into guacamole.
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I guess the thing is... I loved that trip... and I love you. Even though that trip ended up making me very sick. Ah, well... price paid. Verdict: Worth every minute.
I thought we were taking the boat out and camping at Billy for memorial day?
Jeez, that trip looked familiar... Hmm...
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