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This was a four day trip to Lake Bowman, CA and an adventure throughout the forest to the Northwest of Lake Tahoe.**
We Began our trip by departing in the suburbs of San Francisco, at a late 7:00pm.
Three and a half hours later, we arrive at our last town before the campsite, Grass Valley.This was still nearly an hour away from our final camping destination. After the new friends and follow adventurers met, we decided to gas up and drive into the dark forest.Right as we departed, two local girls in a 3rd Generation Toyota 4Runner drove by yelling at us "Where the white b*tches at?!"- Little did they know, they created a new saying for the rest of the expedition.
Luckily, we had a prerunning session 2 weekends prior (click here for the video), so we knew the route we were traveling. However, driving next to 70ft cliffs on one lane-washed out roads, is still a treacherous feat,especially at 1:30am. So- we took our time acknowledging that safety was a priority to some extent.
At 1:45, we finally arrive at the campsite. My Rigid Industry Dually flood lights served their purpose. Illuminating the entire area at 2:00am, setup begin swiftly.
The reason for this swiftness you may ask? Well- once we setup it began to rain with sounds of thunder quickly approaching. We quickly celebrate the home base that we established, and then retire to our respective sleeping quarters. The next day, I arose and looked out my tent window to see a gorgeous meadow- what a pleasant surprise
Soon after, others also woke up and shared their liking of our camp site. To top it off, expressions of nearby campers were nothing short of hilarious. They had gone to bed, and when they woke up- there were two trucks, two awnings, two makeshift kitchens, and a double room tent with cots inside.Its as if we had sprung up with the weeds
We then began with a delicious kickoff meal- eggs Benedict over bagels. (Yes I know- reaching glamping status, but come'on, who DOESN'T like Eggs Benedict!)
Once the caffeine from the coffee I brewed kicked in, we begin to play Bocce ball. Now, this wasn't any normal bocce, We were throwing the balls about 40-60 feet away, over rovers and water washed up streams- you can't knock it till you've tried it!
With our newfound energy, we began to drink copious amounts of Beer and wine. Thus inventing the bocce drinking game! This resulted in a clean break of a bocce ball after a 40ft arching toss, by no other than Chris (aka dangerzone).Then once the drinks kicked in, a few of us idiots decided to hop into the water- Luckily, the later in the day the warmer it was, and at 4pm it was a refreshing swim from the 85+degree temperatures we were camping in.
We then grubbed on some delicious pasta, courtesy of chef FrankOnce that was done, we relaxed by the fire and talked till our stomachs were full and energy levels empty.
The next morning, we all started to gain nick names- because thats what happens on a camping trip.
Frank begins his struggle to try and gain contact with women in the area; hence getting the name (White B- thanks again Grass Valley ladies).Spoiler alert- he fails.
Phillip, aka 5 star, aka City Boy, begins to reveal his side of camping. Which consists of hiking all day, and then being pampered at a spa and 5 star restaurant by night. Hence his new nick name- five star.
Chris, aka "dangerzone"(for later obvious reasons) was very satisfied with his costco chocolate muffins, which we all agreed appeared to pay out dividends throughout the weekend.
I somehow was named (******** face), which was pleasant.
Scott, was sleeping beauty, this was because he slept for a good 16 hours the night before- How? we don't know.
This was a four day trip to Lake Bowman, CA and an adventure throughout the forest to the Northwest of Lake Tahoe.**
We Began our trip by departing in the suburbs of San Francisco, at a late 7:00pm.
Three and a half hours later, we arrive at our last town before the campsite, Grass Valley.This was still nearly an hour away from our final camping destination. After the new friends and follow adventurers met, we decided to gas up and drive into the dark forest.Right as we departed, two local girls in a 3rd Generation Toyota 4Runner drove by yelling at us "Where the white b*tches at?!"- Little did they know, they created a new saying for the rest of the expedition.
Luckily, we had a prerunning session 2 weekends prior (click here for the video), so we knew the route we were traveling. However, driving next to 70ft cliffs on one lane-washed out roads, is still a treacherous feat,especially at 1:30am. So- we took our time acknowledging that safety was a priority to some extent.
At 1:45, we finally arrive at the campsite. My Rigid Industry Dually flood lights served their purpose. Illuminating the entire area at 2:00am, setup begin swiftly.
The reason for this swiftness you may ask? Well- once we setup it began to rain with sounds of thunder quickly approaching. We quickly celebrate the home base that we established, and then retire to our respective sleeping quarters. The next day, I arose and looked out my tent window to see a gorgeous meadow- what a pleasant surprise
Soon after, others also woke up and shared their liking of our camp site. To top it off, expressions of nearby campers were nothing short of hilarious. They had gone to bed, and when they woke up- there were two trucks, two awnings, two makeshift kitchens, and a double room tent with cots inside.Its as if we had sprung up with the weeds
We then began with a delicious kickoff meal- eggs Benedict over bagels. (Yes I know- reaching glamping status, but come'on, who DOESN'T like Eggs Benedict!)
Once the caffeine from the coffee I brewed kicked in, we begin to play Bocce ball. Now, this wasn't any normal bocce, We were throwing the balls about 40-60 feet away, over rovers and water washed up streams- you can't knock it till you've tried it!
With our newfound energy, we began to drink copious amounts of Beer and wine. Thus inventing the bocce drinking game! This resulted in a clean break of a bocce ball after a 40ft arching toss, by no other than Chris (aka dangerzone).Then once the drinks kicked in, a few of us idiots decided to hop into the water- Luckily, the later in the day the warmer it was, and at 4pm it was a refreshing swim from the 85+degree temperatures we were camping in.
We then grubbed on some delicious pasta, courtesy of chef FrankOnce that was done, we relaxed by the fire and talked till our stomachs were full and energy levels empty.
The next morning, we all started to gain nick names- because thats what happens on a camping trip.
Frank begins his struggle to try and gain contact with women in the area; hence getting the name (White B- thanks again Grass Valley ladies).Spoiler alert- he fails.
Phillip, aka 5 star, aka City Boy, begins to reveal his side of camping. Which consists of hiking all day, and then being pampered at a spa and 5 star restaurant by night. Hence his new nick name- five star.
Chris, aka "dangerzone"(for later obvious reasons) was very satisfied with his costco chocolate muffins, which we all agreed appeared to pay out dividends throughout the weekend.
I somehow was named (******** face), which was pleasant.
Scott, was sleeping beauty, this was because he slept for a good 16 hours the night before- How? we don't know.
