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This photo was taken while we were in line waiting for the ferry to take us across to South Bass Island. The chick in the rear view mirror was white trash; she was smoking, she had frizzy hair, daisy dukes, a dirtball boyfriend with a mullet who was driving a convertible, and she was like, 40.
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Justin and Mark on the ferry.
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I was taking a photo of my GPS showing my vehicle in the middle of the lake. The cool thing about this is you can see the shape of the island we are heading to.
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Atop the ferry are Justin, Mark, and Ryan.
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Zoom into the pic and you can see the monument.
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Justin's tent is huge.
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We are not even finished unpacking or setting up camp, and we are already cooking. Steak.
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Steak is good.
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Michelle rushes to the fire to start cooking.
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Justin tending the fire, Alicia tending a beer.
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He is complaining about smoke getting in his face. This is the same thing I complain about whenever I hang out with him at a bar.
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Alicia and Bobbi.
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Ryan eating a burger.
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Pretty Michelle.
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My ears seem naked next to his.
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Trying to figure out how to operate a propane lantern. Notice the battery operated lantern is providing the illumination to read the complicated Korean instructions.
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Mark's tent. Look inside, you see Mark.
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You'd look like this too if you had to sit in one of these uncomfortable camping chairs.
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Smores are always on the menu.
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Some drunk hillbilly wandered through our campsite. Rednecks are amusing. He was probably looking for the Nascar track or some Milwaukee's Best.
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Happy campers.
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My tent light is as bright as a UFO abduction.
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Bed time!
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