From: ddimwid@burp.com (Delburt Dimwiddy)
Subject: Trip Report: Guns n Chainsaws
Organization: BURP
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 15:42:13 GMT


   We'd just gotten the new truck and got a little crazy and decided
to go camping.  We invited our next door neighbors, Skeeter and Winnie,
to come with us since we had so much room.  We dumped some of the kids
off at my Moms and some off at Mildreds Moms and the older ones we got
to stay at friends houses.  I sure am proud of having so many kids but
they are a pain sometime.
   Anyways, we loaded up the truck with the dogs and Skeeter and Winnie
and left town early Saturday morning about 10 and soon we were on our
way to the mountains to a campground near the Indian Peaks.  The truck
ran great, we were able to do 75 and 80 miles an hour up the hills and
I was glad it had that big 8 cylinder engine.
   We were disappointed though when we got there because they had this
stupid rule that you had to have a permit to camp there.  The
campground was full anyways.  We were gona head back to town but a
fellow there told us to head north past rocky montain national park and
we could camp there without a permit if we wanted.  I was getting kind
of set on watching wrestling after all but everyone else said what the
heck so we drove on.
   We finally came to places that looked pretty good way out in the
boonies but no one was around so we weren't sure we could camp there.
So we kept going until we saw a place next to where someone else was
camped.  We figured it must be okay even though there wasn't any tables
or toilets around but we guessed that it would do.  The people there
must have been sleeping in their tent or something because they wernt
around.
   First thing we did was get a big fire going.  There was lots of wood
around but Skeeter had brought his chainsaw and wanted to use it so we
soon had a big pile of fresh firewood.   Making the fire wasn't easy.
It took a little gas to get it started but soon we had a huge blaze.
Even then we still had to put more gas on it from time to time.  Those
aspen we cut down didn't burn worth a damn at all.
   It was getting towards dinner time so the gals started fixing dinner
while Skeeter and I fixed up the camp some more.  We cut down some more
of the trees around there so we could sit on the logs and make the
place just like home.
   We never saw the people next door.  They just up and drove off kind
of fast like they was in a hurry or something.  They even left this
little raincoat behind.  It had a hood and lots of pockets and was
called a north face gortes or something like that.  I didn't need it so
I gave it to Skeeter since he wanted something to wear when he works on
his car.
   Dinner was great.  Steak and hamburgers and hot dogs with potato
chips and beer.  Can't beat a meal like that with a stick.  It was even
better because it was cooked outdoors.  While the girls cleaned up we
sat around drinking beer and listening to Guns n Roses on the tape
deck.  Skeeter and I agreed that this was about as good as it gets.
   It got dark and we stood around the campfire for a while talking
about all the great TV shows we were missing.  That's when Skeeter,
that scoundrel, pulls out a little portable TV.  We plugged it right
into the lighter hole on the dash and then we had it all.  Sitting
there in the wilderness next to the fire while being able to watch TV
is really special.  We finally got sleepy so we all crawled in the
truck even though we had a tent because we were worried about bears.
   The next morning after breakfast while the girls were washing the
dishes Skeeter and I played with our guns.  I had that Dirty Harry
Special that I had never shot before.  Its a great gun, loud with a
strong kick.  We soon had shot up all our beer bottles and cans from
the night before.  We shot at a lot of birds and squirrels but never
hit anything except I did accidently shoot the truck.  But it wont be
nothing to fix.
   We decided to see what kind of four wheeling my new truck could do.
It was real impressive.  We could go just about anywhere we wanted.  It
didn't matter if there was a road there or not, this baby would do it.
It would run over little trees like they weren't even there.  By having
Skeeter lead the way with his chainsaw we were able to make it all the
way to the top of the little hill next to camp.  We drove it all over
the place for hours and we didn't have to use the road hardly none at
all!
   We left for home after that since it was past noon and I didn't want
to miss the football game.  We had a great time though and Skeeter and
I want to do it again next year.  We're gonna buy some trail bikes when
we get some money so we can get way back into the woods next time.

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Delburt "just call me Burt" Dimwiddy
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