Okay, alright, this weekend i went camping out in Kananaskis. It was cold, it was raining, and i wasn't complaining. I spent most of the time with a group of really awesome people, we had some good food, good accommodations, and overall, some good times. When we first arrived, we ditched our packs and shit, had some coffee, went for a hike, and had some fun in a random-ass river. Later that same evening, me and a bunch of the guys went outside for a game of soccer. Right after we get out there, it starts raining, but only a little bit. We didn't care went right on with the game, the rain got gradually worse and worse, until we had no choice but to wrap it up and go inside. We ate some good dinner, had a funny incident with tofu and chicken, played a game of charades, (during which we learned Tyler cannot do "Window"), and got a good night's sleep. Next morning, we were all up at 8:00, ready for breakfast and the day ahead. After we ate, we piled our shit together outside, and went for a hike in the woods. Then we checked out an old WWII P.O.W. camp, learned some history (Blech), had some lunch, got our shit on the bus, and started the long trip back to Calgary. Sound like fun? It was... Until the day after we get back, when i figure out i got a cold from playing soccer in the rain. This is Tom Lucifer saying: "That was one helluva trip, mate."
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