You Can't PLAN an Adventure!

I don't ever recall being of any interest to a helicopter before. The only spotlight I've ever really had to deal with was a super-powered flashlight during midnight games of capture the flag.

So when I had to deal with a helicopter shining a spotlight down on me it was safe to say that it was a new experience . . . though I don't think the pilot much appreciated my friends and me staring up at them laughing uncontrollably . . . maybe that's why they came around for a second time, just to get on our nerves.

Before the cops arrived to pull take us away we decided that it would probably be a good idea to leave and find better, more quiet and secluded campgrounds. We found a parking lot.

Now parking lots actually tend to have everything you're looking for in a place to sleep: flat ground, it's away from all the little rodents and most crawly things, and no branches to block your view of the stars. However, parking lots also have things you're NOT looking for in a place to sleep: Most importantly (and the only thing that is actually going to be put on this list,) is vehicles. Coming into coherence by the sound of an engine isn't too bad, till you open your eyes and the only thing you can identify are the tire treads of the truck that really is TRYING to avoid running you over while turning it's trailer around.

After this most recent experience I've come to accept that four college boys, a four-door car, a tarp and some sleeping bags leaves no limits to what can happen . . .