well, this weekend I had a bit of bad luck. But it turned out to be one of those every-cloud-has-a-silver-lining bad-luck weekends. Does that make any sense? Let me start at the beginning:
first of all, I should probobly start off by telling you about Lake Shasta. Lake Shata is a place in California that's pretty popular for camping, boating, hunting and such. Every year, our high school youth group goes camping up there. It's sort of a way to welcome in the new freshmen and say goodbye to the newly graduated seniors. I was totally stoked about the trip because it was the first high-school event I'd been to last year when I was a wide-eyed freshman. One of my friends was coming too, which was equally exciting because he's not into God so I was hoping he would hear something on the trip, if that makes any sense.
Well, the first stroke of bad luck came with the bus ride. The bus was old, dusty, cold, had a gross bathroom, an a whole bunch of other crap. It's a six-hour drive from Reno to Shasta, so I assumed we'd be stopping for lunch. I had only had an english muffin for breakfast, after all. We ddn't stop. Not once. Whch also means we all had to use the pukey bathroom.
After we finally got off the bus, it was raining. It wasn't that bad, just a nice, cold sprinkle. But as time wore on, it grew into a huge-fat-cow-raindrops sprinkle.
(more later)
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