Crazy camping antics.

I went on a camping trip this weekend and have a pretty interesting story to tell you all if you want to read a bit:

Me and my friends aquire some fireworks and decieded to light them off. We take a break to have some water, and just chill at this lunch table. My friend Brent leans over and lights a leaf on the ground on fire. Im sure we all have done this out of bordum. No big deal, right? WRONG; this place is MAD dry. The fire spreads to about a 3ft diameter circle immediatly, and we start panicing and start trying to stamp the fire out. We realize this isn't working too well, and it's starting to spread. We all manage to pull our shit together and sprint over to the near-by creek (literally 20 feet from us). Grabing anything we can fill with water, we run-back and forth from the creek trying to put it out desprately. I see the super soaker we brought and thought that might be more effective. I fill it up and start fire-fighting with it. And let me tell you, it worked DAMN good! My friend Steven calls the fire department and tries to explain the remote location we're in. (in the woods, close to this small-ass town no-one has heard of). "WE'RE IN FUCKING CLE ELEM FOR FUCKS SAKE, MY FUCKING CABIN IS ABOUT TO BURN DOWN CAN YOU HURRY UP" is what I heard as the fire started to spread to a nearby tree. We start to get it under control (thank god) before the flames get higher up in the tree. The fire department arrives, gets the hose, and finishes off all the little fires everywhere.

They don't cite us for the fire because of good ole country justice. They think that what we went through will teach us a better lesson than a fine. And damn, they couldn't be more right.

But, I have to say, we were damn good fire fighters. I thought for sure it was going to start a forest fire. At the climax of the fire, I would say it covered a good 20 square feet. Thank god that creek was there!

Fire 0 Us 1.

 

It was spreading too fast to keep it under control with stamping.