Oh my goodness...

This weekend was a tad insane.

So we went camping up in the San Bernardino Forest, and it was freakin' gorgeous. The campsite we stayed at was awesome, and we were surrounded by a bunch of really tall pine trees. So we get up to camp on Friday and set up, and most of us go out for dinner, except for like 2 families. We go to this pizza place in Idyllwild and are enjoying our dinner, and then my mom gets a call...

Usually, we have our campfires in this old washing machine drum that one of the dads brings up. This time, he had stored 4 propane tanks at the bottom of it, under a bunch of wood and fire starting stuff. While we were gone, someone decided that they were going to start the fire themselves instead of waiting for us all to get back from dinner, except they didn't bother to take the propane tanks out before starting a fire right on top of them. Fail.

Anyway, my mom gets this call, and it's her friend Paul. And basically, he says "Someone's called me and said that there's been an explosion, and the fire department has been called. I suggest you get back to camp..."

So we mob back to camp, and there are 4-5 firemen and a firetruck chillin' there. Everyone's all freaked out because I guess the explosion shot flames from the fire 15 ft into the air, and got embers everywhere (which is why now, almost all of the chairs that were nearby the fire have multiple burn holes in them).

RIP the awesome washing machine fire pit. Only killed by exploding 4 propane tanks.

I swear, it's because of Friday the 13th.

Except that doesn't explain why we had to call search and rescue yesterday... for a disoriented camper of ours...

Yeah, this weekend was a camping fail. But it was really fun. Plus, since it's raining today... no work! yee buddy :D