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This past weekend, was an excellent example of why we shouldn't have to work.

Jesse was celebrating his 24th trip around the Sun, so it was decided that we would go out to the Indian Graves campsite, set up camp, and have ourselves some fun. Five o'clock on Friday could not come fast enough.

I was packed the night before, as were the rest of the hooligans, and we made it out of Calgary reasonably on time, considering the size of the group. It's a pretty good trek out to the campsite, and we made it in decent time. It wasn't long and I had stamped the grass down for my tent, and filled it with the comforts I would require for the weekend. As soon as the necessities were taken care of, we started in on the fun. Some food, some drink, and music were in order for the first night.

I've never been camping with a more musical group. Of our party four people brought and played guitars, and one hand drum circled around the campfire. It was an excellent way to spend the evening, and there was a special charm in the air, because Jesse's birthday present was a beautiful acoustic guitar.

Saturday, most of the day was spend sitting in the creek running along side the campsite, and staying in the shade under the tarp playing some cribbage. Twasn't long, and we were up to our eyeballs in poker, as well as excurisions into the forest for more wood.

Before I knew it the weekend was almost over, my belly distended from eating too much, and I was tearing down my tent to return to the concrete jungle.