Courtright, yeah I spelled that right.

Well I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like you’re gonna get shot or stabbed but I had that uncomfortable feeling a few hours ago. I was at a pretty lame party and this guy comes in. Oscar. Well he’s a little gangbanger, shaved head kinda guy. So he comes in, starts yelling at a few of my friends who said that it’d be best if he left then goes on to run around the place calling people pussies. Eventually my friend Gama started to talk him down a bit until he started to mouth off again. Well this guy’s like legit crazy. So I start looking for the nearest exit, the biggest thing to hide under, and how I would explain to friends that I ditched them. After a brief exchange of words Oscar and his crew of vatos finally left.

This little episode actually has nothing to do with Courtright Reservoir and my camping trip there but it’s a fun little story that happened today.

My friends and I (plus Jesus who finally escaped The Jungle of Parlier) went to Courtright. A few scary turns, motion sickness, and empty bellies later we finally arrived. Camping was fun, general stuff. Swimming in the freezing water once again (Jesus is a beast, that guy must be part polar bear), chopping wood like mountain men, and setting up a crappy tent.

But the hard thing was fire. We had brought matches but no charcoal, lighter fluid, etc. None of us knew how to start a fire and eventually we came up with some dumb ideas. Fill toilet paper with bark, rip up paper and spread it around the perimeter, dumb stuff. Finally we gave up and asked a very shady looking old man who looked like Yosemite Sam.

But the dude was hella cool. Ernest, a veteran camping for Father’s Day, taught us how to set up the fire in no time and offered some amusing stories. Bam we got a fire.

Well we had fun, blah blah blah. Then we left at 3am the next morning after getting about 3 hours of sleep. Fun times.

Soooo camping is fun if you have experienced campers. Otherwise it’s cold and pretty miserable.

-Michael