The Cove

So every year my rowdy group of friends heads out to Gore, VA to do some serious car camping at the Cove. The sites are well separated from each other and this allows us to be our ridiculous, noisy, pyromaniac selves without disturbing too many people. In addition, since it's car camping you can bring everything you want. Take food for example. I believe on this trip we had two full sides of beef, one pig, two thousand hot dogs, one metric ton of various types of chips, 26.4 dozen eggs and a can of Spam. Everything was eaten except the Spam. From the look of it we had enough beer and liquor to create a booze lake if we'd wanted.

This year it rained off and on. As it got worse and worse we constructed a bit of a tarp city which really did a good job of keeping us dry. I thought it'd be fun to have some mud wrestling but no one else was up for it.

Ahhh... sitting 'round the fire...

I think Maddie was trying to figure out why humans would do this on purpose.

Yup, we had a Shoe-B-Q.

Hanging out under the tarp city.

Rain can't stop us!

Not sure if Matt and Erin are having fun or thinking about hopping in the car and taking off.

Kinda dark but you can see the system of tarps we used to stay dry.

Small by historical Cove fire standards, but still warm.

Well, one more Cove trip down and 764 animals slaughtered to feed us. We'd be back on Labor day as usual except some of us will be backpacking amongst the grizzly bears at 10K feet in the wilderness of Montana... How do you like that for a bit of allusion?