The Great Idea of camping

Who the hell thought up camping? And especially who tricked us into thinking it was fun?Yet every year I get the same bug for a crazy outdoor adventure. Some folks are realizing the dupe and have started to incorporate those things that separate us from the pioneers into camping. I call them "rich people". I went to this dudes cabin one time thinking ol' Abe Lincoln might be hanging out. Instead of honest Abe and a bunch of tree's thrown on top of each other, it was a house where the televisions alone could buy every house i ever lived in combined. I took the opposite route recently. Instead of flipping through 600 satellite channels in a weather controlled room, I ventured into the wild with a group of people from a rehab facility for people with brain injuries. you might ask your self why I would do this, and the simple answer is, I was paid.
Now for the telling of this story I have to change some names because of the confidentiality laws and what not, but I promise you the events are true as the scriptures. This is how it all went down
the place of my employment paid a company to take five of us river rafting down the snake river in Idaho. There was myself and Jackie Neerings as the workers and there was Charles, Ed and Corky as the participants. We arrived at the meeting place at the butt crack of dawn and were loaded onto a reformed handi-capped bus. on the bus we made some new friends. there was Buck who really enjoyed food. I personally witnessed him mash down an entire family sized bag of Doritos. Then there was Tom. Tom also enjoyed food, but mostly he just loved fishing. The final new friend was Martha. These cats all stayed pretty quiet for the trip up. All except Ed who would tell the same bad joke over and over due to the fact he has no short term memory. When we arrived at our camp site Charles had to use the restroom for the ninth time in the last couple of hours. Charles is in a wheelchair so I gave great praise when I looked passed the port-o- potties and saw an actual facility. when we entered the restroom we discovered there wasn't a Handi-capped stall so i would be doing some lifting. Charles also happens to be a man of great girth.when I sat him down he must of rocked backwards or something because the tank on the toilet all of the sudden crumbled like a sand castle being kicked by the brat kid who every one hates( including his parents secretly). within seconds we were up to our ankles of Idaho's finest toilet water springing from the new water fountain which used to be a toilet. The owners were very gracious and told me not to worry about the toilet probably due to fear because really who shatters a toilet that isn't in a Bruce Willis movie? Charles and I returned to find camp set up. All except Corky who also has no short term memory and he figured it was time to go back home cause no one told him 40 times that we were staying the night. Also he had to share a tent with his arch Nemesis Ed. Ed hated Corky. I know this because Ed said "I hate Corky". Ed was a bully for most of his life and has some crazy stories which everybody who hears them hopes they aren't true. Unfortunately censorship also seemed to be wiped away with his memory so he will tell anyone and everyone his grim tales. They did however make it in the tent because of rain and were able to put there differences aside for the common goal of dryness. I shared a tent with Charles who's talent for breaking toilets was only surpassed by his talent for snoring. Around 1:30 that morning through a thirty second reprieve of the snoring I heard a zipper unzip since it was to my right and I knew Jackie was far to the left I thought I had better investigate. I got up and stepped outside to see Corky with suitcase in hand staring at me ready to make a break for it. It looked like one of those movies of Russians fleeing before the wall went up only this time the Russian guard was in his underwear in the rain and sleep deprived. Corky must have felt my rage building and simply said "I need to use the bathroom". I thanked him for lying to me and sent him back to bed. Finally i found sleep, but it wouldn't last because around 5 o' clock Corky made a camp announcement. With suit case in hand he yelled" It's colder that a witches tit in a brass bra, and I'm starving!"which meant sleep was over for me.

that day we geared up and were getting set to raft the river. While we were preparing to raft, the dynamic came to life. Charles started having to have to pee every five minutes. Buck was finishing his third bag of twizzlers that morning. Martha had put on so many jackets she had become trapped. Ed was rambling about a seven foot black man he had to shoot for banging his wife, and Corky had gone to war with a water bottle. His water bottle had a lid on it and he couldn't figure out how to take the lid off so he just attempted to drink from a hole on the top of the lid. He was pouring water straight down his shirt and staring at his bottle as if it had just called his mom a whore. Jackie tried to ease his pain by showing him how to take the lid off. He graciously thanked Jackie, took a sip and placed the lid back on. Ten seconds later he was back to dumping water down his shirt through the hole in the lid and reviling the bottle as the devil. Jackie patiently showed him again how to retrieve water from his great foe, and again he was very thankful to her. This happened about four more times until Jackie was able to clog the hole. After all this the guide stepped forward and told us he thought rain was coming so we weren't going down the river. So we un-trapped Martha and loaded back up.
As we were approaching home the radio began to play the national anthem. soon there was a chorus as everyone on the bus felt obligated to join in the singing some even covering their hearts. I of course joined this sweet patriotic symbol of insanity, and as we sang i said to myself god bless America and god bless that great idea of camping