we begin our drive to magical mystical granite bay late saturday afternoon. we pass newt crossings (i personally save two with my expert driving and swerving), a puking turkey vulture, and a trail of balloons. we drive up the driveway and face off with a giant hill of squishy sand (the van wins!) and meet up with the lovelies setting up in the clearing. 
after much tarp raisage and fire startage the picnic table fills up with delicious foods and we start to eat. in the morning the idea will be raised to name the types of rain we experience based on a scale of how much activity you can do in it but for now we eat, make smores, drink tea and fireball and beer. we dance in the field under a tarp wearing rain pants and rain jackets and gumboots. some fire spin, others breakdance in full rain regalia and all are talking and laughing.
after much tarp raisage and fire startage the picnic table fills up with delicious foods and we start to eat. in the morning the idea will be raised to name the types of rain we experience based on a scale of how much activity you can do in it but for now we eat, make smores, drink tea and fireball and beer. we dance in the field under a tarp wearing rain pants and rain jackets and gumboots. some fire spin, others breakdance in full rain regalia and all are talking and laughing.
next morning, after a bucket downpour that brings the tents to the not-so-good-side of waterproofness, waffles and eggs benny are had by all and our weekend sojourn comes to a close. thank you granite bay and all our friends new and old that gathered with us. love you!
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I wish I was there with you. Talking, laughing, drinking fireballs and eating your famous underground egg benny. It might happen, you know? I love you too.
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