Late at night, so may not be grammatically 100%, but:
"' React. Rejoice. Replenish. Repeat.' As far as summer camp slogans go, you've got to admit that sounds like a cult!" Tim cracked, grinning at me.
I grinned back. Camp Hiawatha had been ten years ago, though, and whatever impromptu brainwashing we'd been through from that slogan, half like a mantra and half like a shampoo bottle, had disappeared. We had met up again over the years, Tim and Laura and Steve and I. Every five years, we'd gone on a camping trip -- we were all thirty-five now, and the vehicle of choice seemed to get more cramped every year. I didn't think we'd do it next year.
"Wait a minute; wait a minute -- I didn't say 'go'!" Tim turned back to Laura, running a hand through his hair. He was the worst backseat driver I had ever seen, and the woods had turned him into a shriller, more bombastic version of Pauline Kael, SUV Edition.
"Well, the great news is, we're near NOTHING!" Tim continued, motioning outside the Chevy's windows to demonstrate our plight.
All I could see were trees and the road ahead, and a sign to alert us of deer, but not of what town might await us at the other end of the woods. We couldn't be that optimistic.
"Hey! I think I saw Rudolph at the deer crossing!" I said, hoping to get under Laura's skin.
Tim flashed me another smirk as Laura came to a hard, sudden stop and turned around to glare at the both of us. The sound of the camping kit colliding hard with the back door of the van was punctuated with an even louder staccato crack.
"Well, so much for our emergency supplies," Steve added brightly from the passenger seat. "Maybe Doctor Johnny there can make snakebite antidote from deer crap. We'll still have plenty of that."
The minivan lurched forward into parts unknown, no doubt covered with deer droppings as helpful as they were horrifying. "Not to be Johnny Raincloud, but it's NOT going to happen," I assured Steve.
But with the way that Laura was driving and the wilderness that had swallowed us up, I was not as confident as I hoped to sound. Next year, we were going to stay at a hotel on the interstate.
2007-01-01 18:36:04
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answered by Kate S 3
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My buddies and I were driving to our campsite last winter. Then one of us shouted, "Hey! I think I saw Rudolph at the deer crossing!" As it turned out that poor reindeer must have had his nose rammed into a tree or something because it was bleeding. So, we took out the first-aid and approached the deer that was writhing with pain on the ground just a few feet in front of us. When we got close, the deer panicked and kicked Bob in his jewels. Well, so much for our emergency supplies. Will was going to rub ointment on Bob's injury but, Bob quickly objected, "Not to be a Johnny Raincloud, but it's NOT going to happen."
2007-01-01 17:32:36
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answered by slobberknocker_usa 7
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"The great news is...we're near.....NOTHING!"
"I'm going to look for high ground."
"Wait a minute,wait a minute. I didn't say 'go.'"
"Do we have any food left?"
"Well, so much for our emergency supplies."
"Maybe we'll find some berries or meat?"
"Not to be Johnny Raincloud, but it's NOT going to happen."
"Hey! I think I saw Rudolph at the deer crossing."
"Quick, gimme the bow and arrow!"
"React. Rejoice.Replenish. Repeat."
2007-01-01 17:21:44
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answered by smci 7
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Sunshine: There is a lovely story of Seannie and myself on a camping holiday in the West of Ireland - I honestly think you will love it. It is far too long for here, so if you click on my Avatar, then find the link to the 360 top left you might get a pleasant surprise............ Happy New Year, Mike..............
2007-01-02 01:20:06
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answered by thomasrobinsonantonio 7
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