Writing the post on names brought back a lot of memories.

That old car was my families car for awhile.....until i got my license.
when i was 18.

then it became my car.
because....if she had the choice. my mother would become a hermit.

so anyway. the first road trip i took was to a youth camp
it was fun.
and one of my girlfriends met a guy......
so.....we figured out we'd plan a camping trip.....and invite the guy.
well....he doesn't show up but his best friend does.....
the one she'd passed over in favor of his friend.
she ended up marrying this guy.

so...the second road trip is to go camping.
we'd invited a bunch of friends to go out to the beach with us....camping.....

in april.

in the rainforest.

where it rains.

by the ocean.

where the winds come.

yeah.

oh to be young and foolish. *wistful sigh*

i was meeting two of the guys going camping with us and they were going to follow me to the campground.

we're driving.
and it starts raining.

now...if you haven't been in the rainforest in washington.....in april.......
you don't know rain.

the rain is coming down so hard that to follow me they have to be within 15 feet of my car.....and then all i can see is their headlights, and they my taillights. ....in the day time.

we were young. and dumb. and going around a lake like this......a lake with barely any guard rails......and no hope of rescue if we drive in.

ahhh to be so foolish. *grin*

so.....about 4 hours later..... (this should have been an hour and 45 min drive)
we get to the campsite.
and it's still raining.

and the other campers are already there.....me and the guys are the last to arrive.
and no one knew how to put up the tents properly and everyone is getting flooded.
except my tent.
cause i'm not DUMB.

so the whole group of us end up sleeping in my tent.
probably the first coed sleepover most of us had ever had.

anyway.....the whole weekend was SO much fun.
two of the guys had guitars. and played.
and my best friend and i took turns with my camera getting awesome shots.

i still have a picture of him somewhere, in full camo regalia, complete with face paint....up in a tree .....ready to pounce on his brother.

he looks like an evil elf or something.
i miss him so much.

the guys took their instruments down to the beach...... odd things....drums and guitars and some weird kinda flute thing....

so i've got pictures somewhere of a parade of thrasher/grungy kids playing instruments down on the beach. it was so much fun.
i am a 90's gen x'er you know.

and of course, i'm building sand castles. as usual.

Why does it all have to end when you grow up?