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Originally Posted by Rusty
Some of my best times was camping in the sticks.  Was in the Boy Scouts from 12 to 17. Great times. One weekend. We was camping out in the summer. Sleeping under the stars. Had a nice camp fire going. Everyone was sleeping around it. I was still up. I decided to bury a can of spaghetti O's in the ashes. Didn't vent the can. About 20 minutes later. The can exploded. It went everywhere. The one kid, Baron woke up with spaghetti O's on his face. The ashes burned holes in the bottom of Brent's sleeping bag. I thought I would have to put him out. There was a big hole in the ashes. Chucky heard the explosion, and just rolled over in his sleeping bag.  |
This mental image made me laugh.
And yeah, my first backpacking trip was at age 8, dad brought myself and 2 of my brothers to the Davis Path in New Hampshire. I did that trail again a couple years ago - can't believe I did that at age 8! Go me! Definitely a lot of great moments. No exploding spaghetti O's though.
Few years back, some of my siblings took a trip with their friends. My brother Dan was kind of known for his fanatical weight lifting, so my sister Becky stuck a dumbbell in his backpack as a prank. Dan starts to put the pack on, realizes it's heavy and unbalanced, opens it and finds the weight.
Not realizing that it's a prank, his buddy Dave Buckler says "Wait, you're bringing that on the trail?!"
Without missing a beat, Dan responds that yes, how else is he going to keep lifting?
With a look of utter despair, Dave says "no wonder you Larsons are so fit, you're crazy! I'll never catch up with you!"