For many winters, my buddies and I have been meeting around a bonfire to indulge in such activities as the drinking of beer, the telling of lies, the dancing of goat dances, and the celebration of the winter solstice.
We have finally decided to start holding a celebration for the summer solstice as well. The warmer summer weather has enabled us to add an additional piece of foolishness to our collection of stupidity: drunken kayak camping. We paddled, we drank, we carried on…. Then the skies opened up and poured on us all night. My trusty wal-mart tent kept me mostly dry, but I did have a few minor leaks.
My fortress of solitude