Camping rocks

Friday @ 1pm, some of my fellow coworkers and I loaded up in Margaret and a pickup truck and drove to Homer Alaska for a weekend of camping fun on the Spit. Words cannot express how grateful I am to have found such a great company and friends to work with. It was definitely an epic weekend with lots of beer drinking, high altitude kite flying, ATV chasing, halibut fishing, bonfires, giant-sized marshmallow smores, hula hooping, and great conversation.


We all agreed that the only thing that was missing from the trip was someone who played guitar to accompany us by the campfire so Jessica made it her mission to create a sign to recruit one.



As we're sitting by the campfire on Saturday night, Jessica and I see two guys riding on ATVs along the beach. We immediately both look at each other and our eyes light up, "Wait for us!" They couldn't hear us so we walked after them but they disappeared out of sight. We were in desperate need of a ride on the beach in a four-wheeler so we walked briskly in their direction trying to hunt them down. We found them alright, about a half an hour later - two boys, no more than 16 years old, being scolded by their dad for riding too fast on the beach. Lame. So we walked back on the boardwalk and came across a hippie looking dude walking by himself looking for food. "Hey, we have some hot dogs and beer down by a VW van on the beach if you can't find anything." He thanked us for our generosity and as we turned around, I had an epiphany. "Wait!" I yelled out. The hippie turned around with a confused look. "Do you play guitar?!?!" "I do!.." was his answer! Yes! But then he followed with, "Do you have a guitar?" No. Bummer. We should have bought that Hanna Montana guitar at Fred Meyers! He ended up joining us at the campfire - what an interesting character. He just about had an orgasm looking at the van - "Dude!" he said. "This van is awesome!!! We have the same seat covers and stereo! Look!" He begged me to look at his seat covers and stereo so I followed him. "Dude, check it out! They're like exactly the same!" They were completely different. The only thing the seat covers had in common was that they both had black in them and both of our stereos had a blue light. This guy was a nut job but it was fun getting to know a complete stranger.


We drove around, visited some wineries and the brewery on Saturday and on Sunday we woke up at the butt crack of dawn and went halibut fishing on a buddy's boat. We all loaded up on Dramamine before the ride but several of us were still feeling the effects of the rough water, especially in the enclosed part of the boat which I deemed the vomit chamber. We reached our quota of two fish per person (14 fish total) and headed back to Margaret for a much needed nap. It felt SO good to crawl into a warm sleeping bag after being wet and cold all day on the boat.

It was super cozy and fun having four people sleep in the van but man, I really need to stop talking in my sleep. Apparently I said something aloud to the affect of, "My pants are getting wet on the inside and I need to take them off."