my pal chris and I headed to nevada to an annual campout referred to as 'cornball' (due to the name of the valley, cornwall). this turned out to be an epic adventure. first, we didn't know we were going all the way to nevada. second, the drive took so long, we didn't arrive until dark. third, one of the camper's cars broke down 2+ miles from camp, so we hiked in under moonlight, and borrow bits of gear to settle in for the night. eventually we got our gear, & were able to join on the yoga, music, shooting, riding, hooping, and standing on 5-gallon buckets. you know, same ol' same ol...
somewhere in nevada, indian reservation
skunk poop and shotgun shells at the cabin
yoga time with music, and mark calling out the postures 'square dance' style
our casa, day 2, finally made it to the site
mark gets his hair did by chris
fancy, a bit fancier than expected due to the generator breaking down, no more zip for clips
bucket tug-o'-war
chris and I made spring rolls for potluck, mark was evaluating them according to French expectations
these guys are no fun at all
bucket war referee
