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The camping trip, part two

When we last left our intrepid heroine, she and David had stopped at a McDonalds on the way to the campsite to eat. We entered the McDonalds and saw one of the staff there, a bunch of pie boxes taped together and draped around her. The girl who took our order also wore this draped thing; their fried pies were being sold for fifty cents instead of a dollar that day. It was Pie Day, she told us. We told her that they were celebrating Pi Day ten days early; the real Pi Day wasn't until the 14th. Also, that day was National Grammar Day. "Oh no," she said. "I've been using incorrect grammar all day." I assured her that the day was still young, and she could start using correct grammar now in the spirit of the day.

We got our food and ate. David spent most of the time on his phone, which irked me not because I demanded that much attention (I actually made a joke about this at one point. I said "I can survive one meal without being the center of attention." He laughed.) but because spending an entire meal on your phone when you have company is kind of rude. (He was checking solutions at a puzzle site he's part of; apparently the creator of the site was doubting one of his solutions.)

I finished eating before he did. Anyone who has ever eaten with me knows that this is an accomplishment, but I also got less food. I took advantage of this time to go to the bathroom since we still had quite a drive ahead of us, and when I returned I poked him in the back as an attempt to startle him. It didn't work. "Maybe I should have jumped you," I told him. He asked what purpose that would have served, and I admitted that I was trying to startle him.

While he finished eating, I doodled on the paper placemat that came with the tray. Stick people, derivative people, integral people, empty set people. David requested grammar doodles, so I drew some IPA symbols and gave them faces, then diagrammed a sentence before he finished up. We let Jordan know how far out we were, and off we went.

Somewhere around the time we entered North Carolina, the radio transmitter playing the music through David's radio started to get wonky, and we suspected battery death after changing stations didn't work. This meant that we had to find batteries. And by we, I mean me since he was driving. They were in his bag, which was in the seat behind us. This was the first problem. The second problem was that the roads were starting to get really twisty and turny. I didn't notice this until turning around and trying to obtain batteries. This was not one of my brighter ideas. Cue headache and general sick feeling. I couldn't even find the top of his bag to open it. All ability to concentrate to do that had gone out the window. David eventually pulled over into a side road and found them himself. I replaced the batteries, and we were on our way.

Unfortunately the twisty roads didn't go away. We started playing the fake tweet game at this point. The idea was for me to express my current state through tweet-length sentiments, complete with fake hashtags (expressed through "pound hashtag"). "And if it's still the same, make shit up," David said, adding that if the need arose, he could pull over. This turned out to be a fun and easy game. The roads stayed twisty as we entered and exited Boone and headed toward what we thought was our destination. It was already dark, and we were likely the last people to show up. Makes sense, as we came the farthest.

We found ourselves outside of Boone on an isolated road that certainly didn't resemble a campground. It was a road that appeared to be residential. I knew from my Google Maps research that the park we were staying at was about an hour or so outside of Boone, so we couldn't be there yet. Still, I had no idea what David had put in his navigation. He went to ask someone who lived nearby, an older man who looked like he had lived there for awhile and was probably wondering what on earth two young things were doing on his porch on a Friday evening. David asked where Stone Mountain was (no, not Stone Mountain in Georgia), and the man said there was a Stone Mountain park about an hour away after telling us about several other places nearby. I told David that was probably it; my Google Maps research had told me so.

It turned out that he had put in Stone Mountain, North Carolina, noticed that it was outside of Boone, and gone with that because it sounded reasonable. He pointed out that the Facebook event wasn't explicit in noting the location, and he was right; I had to put two and three together to figure it out myself. He looked at the event again. Sure enough, no one had actually said explicitly, but I figured that he could have figured it out. I did. Unfortunately, this meant we had another hour and a half to go, and the park would be closed by the time we got there. We told Jordan this and asked him to figure out a way to get us in when we got there. As it turned out, we would have cut it close if we hadn't stopped to eat, so oh well. More curvy roads awaited us, and we got directions on how to get in.

We showed up at the park, and Jordan, Erin, and someone else whose name I don't remember were there to help us carry our stuff in since the road was blocked for cars. Humans could get through easily on foot, though, and it wasn't a long walk. After a few minutes of casual introductions all around, Jordan helped David and me pitch the tent. The ten of us were staying on two sites next to each other, and a fire was going on the other one. People disappeared and reappeared from around the fire as David and I inflated the mattress (don't worry, the air pump was functioning this time) and brought our stuff into the tent; I stopped to chat with people between trips. After this we settled around the fire for evening conversation and fun times.

...And I'm getting tired of typing all this. More tomorrow on Pi Day!
Tags: boys, the great outdoors
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