Where we camped was number one for so many reasons. Along with being "a little slice of heaven", the other
campers were our instant friends. We were welcomed with Bush Lites the night we arrived and more in the morning.
Here's Clint and Gary, aka THE MAYOR. Gary grew up in these parts and had been camping there 20+ years.
That leather-clad gent is Bob, aka THE SHERRIF. He and his gal Rosebud were going cross country from
Pennsylvania to Arizona on a rad non-macho Kawasaki.
There's Rosebud sitting fireside
We missed the pig roast at Nubie and Joanne's who live near the camp, but the trophy was on display
all week. Gettin a little ripe there fellas.
We did manage to hang out there later though, and the hi-jinks followed
This guy called Goofy started razzing Anton right away and nicknamed him BEAMER within five minutes. We were all, what? BEAVER?
It got changed to ERECTOR an hour later. Someone challenged Goofy to pull the last beer out the bucket with his teeth.
Poor guy only made like eight bucks.