Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The 12th Annual Penwasser Camping Trip

Coming to an unsuspecting campground Wednesday, July 27th.



I'll send pictures.

Probably won't be much different than this, though.

38 comments:

  1. Don't let the raccoon into your sleeping bag. Those creatures just take without giving.

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    1. Mrs. Penwasser isn't going with us. I'll need to spoon SOMEthing.

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    1. Boy, that really put the pink elephant in the room...

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    2. You guys - CUT.IT.OUT! I can't stop laughing.

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    3. Commando....must...think...of...idea.

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    4. Alex, I love you, but why'd ya go and give Al an idea? A scary one too.

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    5. Exactly my thought. 50/50 if we'll see Al's ass or a bear in bloomers.

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  3. I consider Best Westerns camping. Be smart Al. Good luck. You know it's not SAFE out there......

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    1. Smart? Oh, now that's the kind of pressure I don't need.

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  4. You do know that nature's out there, right? Be warned.

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    1. And I plan on communing with it. In the middle of the night. Against a tree.

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    2. BTW, when was your last post? I think I may have forgotten something or did something wrong. The latest I have for you is months ago!

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    3. No... it's not you, it's me. Last post was some months ago. Something I need to rectify.

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  5. Well as long as a rabbit or bear doesn't come along and hump you when you're like that, all's good.

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    1. Depends if the bear talks to me nice.

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  6. Camping? Voluntarily? (From someone who hates camping, so take that for what it's worth.)

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    1. Well, it's more like drinking beer around an open fire. Oops, alcohol isn't allowed. I mean "Kool-Aid."

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  7. Be careful out there. Winter is coming, as John Snow constantly reminds us.

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    1. That's why I packed my long johns. If it's too warm, I can put them on my head and run around the campground.

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  8. I'm not worried about wild animals or your safety. I just hope Oprah and Gail don't attack all the booze before you guys do.

    And well, I'm kinda scared of commando pics.
    But hey, be safe and have fun.

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    1. Alcohol is not allowed at the campground where we're going.
      As far as you-or they-know.

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    2. Okay, now I'm just plain confused. You chose a campground wherein alcohol isn't allowed? Of course, we all *cough, snort, chuckle* no how straight-laced and boring you guys are. You'd never bend over. I mean, you'd never bend, much less break, the rules.

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    3. PS "know" not "no." You know? You knew. No?

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  9. I actually am fearful for the little woodland creatures. I hope you don't turn their little harmonious lives into something depraved. You wouldn't do that, would you?

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  10. Ahhhh I miss camping and we only drank juice....if you believe that then I have some swamp land to show you. I love the smell of burned marshmallows in the evening. Watch out for the killer raccoons and the killer rabbits

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  11. I'm glad I've never been camping

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    1. Nothing beats the after dark fart contests.

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  12. Hope you have a good time and watch out for bears :)

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    1. But bears seem so cute. If TV is to be believed, they even worry about toilet paper.

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  13. I would bring along a pup tent, my human friend.

    Pawsitive wishes,

    Penny....

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    1. My brother had one. Me? I had the Taj Mahal of tents. Easier to pass out in.

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  14. If I went on a camping trip it would be a question of if nature could survive me. Enjoy your trip Al.

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  15. That picture resembles the last time I went camping (35 years ago). We were too lazy to put up the tent properly in the daylight, went to a nearby bar instead, returned in darkness pissed, and just crawled under the canvas.

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