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>camped every summer as a kid
>nothing special but I could build and maintain a fire, I knew how to put up an unfamiliar tent with patience
>most importantly I knew how to cook corn beef hash
>friend wants to go camping in the woods in the muskokas
>he assures me he can camp well, better than me probably
>im sledging our supplies by and forth
>first thing he does is find a spot people have been dumping garbage and crapping and starts setting up
>jesus christ
>i indicate some high ground for him to get set up on
>i pack and drag it up the hill
>i return to get the last of our supplies
>he has moved everything to the bottom of the hill in the most recessed, damp part of the swale possible
>realize precisely what I've gotten myself into
>humbly accept I am not an expert wilderness camper and his ignorance will be my downfall
>i get the tent laid out and then move to organizing our supplies while he plays the fucking guitar
>he finishes putting the tent up. it falls over
>he hasn't staked any of the supports
>he has PULLED OUT the stakes I hammered in and lost some of them. we never find them
>our rope is not sufficient to tie off the rain tarp
>an hour later the tent is, repugnantly, holding itself up
>i chill go for a walk, drink a bunch of water and trail mix
>find a stinky bog and go back
>return to the camp just as the light fades
>my clothing and a notebook (the only things I brought) are laying outside the tent, soaked
>there's a guitar on my sleeping bag
>too tired to flip out
>place guitar as a berlin wall between me and my friend
>'They'd know it was me who did it.' I quietly say to myself, shaking
>just falling asleep
>my friend lurches into the tent and rips the door apart
>brand new tent
>this went on for three more days
>also he was vegan and claimed the packaged franks (sausages) I brought 'contaminated his kale'
After a certain threshold I just chainsmoked, ripped bongs and drank beer under the terrible terrible tarp. Oh, and it was raining from day 2.
