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Camping at the gorge-a series of adventures (MUD)
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Published: Oct 23, 2005 10:26 a.m.
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I WROTE IT IN PARAGRAPHS THIS TIME!¥


A while back my friends, Joe, brendan an Marc, and i found out about this gorge (a deep canyon with rapids beneath) that would soon be obliterated by a highway. We loaded up our bikes with gear: Flashlights, machetes, lighters, a army surplus tent with many holes in it, some sleeping bags, some homemade flashbangs (i’ll post an egg on how to make them sometime©) jerkey, ramen soup waterbottles, a pot and other essentials. The gorge was actually quite close to the old highway, just obscured by the great norwegian spruce. They had already started constructing the highway so be lifted our bikes over the concrete dividers and hid them in the underbrush. We then decided to maurade the worksite
We found some cool stuff while stamping around in the thick mud, especialy some engine starting fluid good for starting engines in cold weather. It is also highly expløsive:) After our plundering and throwing dirt clods at eachother for quite some time we decided to continue to penetrate the tangled wilderness in search of the gorge. Unseathing our machete’s we hacked through vines and tangles of pricker bushes, who’s stems were purple and
green As i was tramping through some high tufts of grass i felt the earth give from uderme. I yelped as i fell about 4 feet down. I had unknowingly stumbled across the entrance to a cave.
I grinned at my friends and i took out my flashlight and entered the subteranean darkness. My friends followed. A good deal of it you had to crawl on hands and knees. We finally came to a chamber maybe 20 feet in. There was room for all of us to sit and have afew sips from our waterbottles and point our flashlights around the cieling, the beams of light causing the quartz to sparkle and shine. We read the graphiti on the walls "Tim and Chrisse 97"
and others were spraypainted onto the rock. There were other smaller side chambers but we were aprehensive of exploring further, for it was a tight claustrophobic squeeze to enter further into the darkness. So we decided to leave to continue our search for the gorge. (I shall be sure to post an egg upon our further caving explorations, next time we shall bring along the proper equipment
We hacked our way further, as we got whipped and scratched by vines and brush. The thich vegetation finally gave way to a rocky ledge. Below us the gourge roared about the rocks below with unrelenting fury around brillant green moss covered rocks. Around us the trees burst in fiery spectacles of foliage, burning in brilliant reds, oranges and yellows. The mighty norwegian spruce stood tall with thier dark emerald green nettles. We left our bikes at the top and got out our rope to begin the decent into the gorge. My friend (all names have been altered) Brendan tied the rope tight to a large maple. We left some of the packs and equipment with the bikes also and proceded to work our way down gripping the rope. There were 4 of us all bearing our wiegt against that rope (Brendan probly stole it from his mom’s clothesline), our combined wiegt was probly 500lbs. Our boots dislodged rocks and clumps of dirt to tumble down below. When we made it to the bottom the roar of the gorge was defening. There was all sorts of things dumped from the edge of the cliff into the gorge: Splintered furnature, a bent and rusted engine, even a totaled dirtbike. There was the remnents of a bridge upstream, the concrete crumbed and the iron framework bent into the river. We decided to try and cross it. Looking up it felt as if we were being swalloed by the earth. After walking over the depris and tufts of grass we got to the bridge. There was one large pipe that made it across, but after Joe sliped and almost fellinto the river we decided it was best to not walk across the rusted and slippery iron.
We searched for a place to pitch our tent and made our way up a high precipice that overlooked the gorge and surrounding area with our gear. The ground was soft with moss and sheltered by the large spuce. We pitched the tent and collected firewood, soon making a roaring fire and dried any of our soaked clothing, propping it up on slashed saplings. Marc spotted a lone washing machine someone had left at the edge of the gorge. It was quite a random sight, a rusted old washing machine covered in vines in the middle of the woods. We slashed away all the vegetation and using a sapling as a lever we pushed the hunk of machine over the edge. It plumeted down with tremendous fouce upon some crumbling concrete and other junk at the bottom. The washing machine was smashed to piececes as it collided with the rockeS and splashed in the water. The sound echoed above the roar of the water.
We then went back to our fire and made the ramen soup putting in some jerkey and onion. It began to grow dark out and we’d hear howels and what we thought were coyotes. We then called it a night and all went into the tent. It was not long before we shot up in fear when we heard rustling, the teamping of footsteps. Brendan flicked on his flashlight but i grapped it and threw it under my sleeping bag. Marc was freaking out saying this was like what happened in the blair witch project. I asked joe for the flashbangs and along with him decided to creep out and try to see who our intruders were. With our machetes glowing in the moon light we lay on a large boulder looking down into the woods. We saw lights bobbing up and down . Then we heard cackling and the flicking of lighters. It was probly some fucking seniors out here to get stoned. "Lets scare the fuck out of them" Joe said to me grinning. Then mark let loose an unearthy howel. The seniors stopped dead in thier tracks muttering WTF was that?! We then threw rocks out into the bracken to make them think there was something following them. We finallt lit some torches and lit a flashbang and threw it in thier general direction, making whoops and howels. The seniors finally freaked our and scrambled out of there, dropping what they carried and getting cut up amoungst the bramble fleeing to thier car. We helped ourselves to the lighters, a coat (with a wallet in it) and best of all a dime bag they dropped. The rest of that night was a good fucking time:) Definietly the best camping trip i’ve ever been on.
By mud© 		 
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I-AM-THE-MONGOOSE
Oct 23, 2005 10:33 am -
We plan to try to raft it before winter and i’ll be sure to write an egg on it


-BC-
Oct 23, 2005 12:17 pm -
Thats pretty cool. You might be the first human being to ever float down that river.


filthysanchez09
Oct 23, 2005 2:21 pm -
Thats pretty cool dude,5*****’s


B5200
S p 24, 2007 4:00 pm -
Someone probably said this before but you really need to write your life story, you have excellent writing skills and an interesting life (if all your stories are true) to go with it.
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