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The camping song, informing the next people to arrive (Chris), of our whereabouts.



Ben3, Chris, and Kurt. Getting rowdy.



Ian with a mouthful…. Of lettuce!



Chris: (exact quote) “I hope I don’t catch gay from this”



And the drinking begins (at about 4 in the afternoon)



Melissa with her fingers in her mouth.



Ben and Amy.



Colin, Suzanne, and Bianca in dappled sunlight.



People at the picnic table, about to play Balderdash.



“The money shot”



Everyone knows fags grow on trees…. On wait; that’s figs…



Here’s some ironic foreshadowing: Tony goes from tent to tent in the morning, playing slayer loudly….



The parade of Grave’s Island refugees, displaced from their land, forced to find another camping ground. This is the view of the historic Grave’s Island exodus as seen from Amy’s car.



The parade continues….



… and ends. (for teh record, you really should have seen the expression of fear that came accross the park manager’s face upon glimpsing a large group of pissed-off kids approaching. He totally looked like he thought some shit was going to go down. It was awesome.)



This is what assault looks like, according to the Forestry Act.



A copy of the refund for our second night at Grave’s Island.



Everyone smiling, saying “this has been the best camping trip ever”



Picnicking at Cleavland Beach.



And Kurt resumes the usual routine of touching straight boys with whom he’s got no chance in hell. J