The Winkest Link

By Wink

We survived our recent camping adventure.

A number of years ago a few of my friends and I just did this as a lark. We knew of a great place to canoe, and two or three of us took the seven hour drive on up there.

It was such a good time that we turned it into an annual event, and it continues now, two-plus decades later.

The spouses went a few times, early on, but they have a different definition of ‘fun’ and have since bailed on us.

Regardless, the size of the excursion has expanded anyway, as more and more people learned of the fun we were having.

As I said in a previous article, this is our annual attempt to prove how manly we are. Once the spouses stopped going we started referring it as a ‘men-only’ event. No kids, no wives.

That held for a few years, until some of our ‘kids’ got old enough to go, but it was still ‘guys-only.’

That too, held for a few years, but then some guys wanted to bring their daughters.

Fine. Bring ‘em. We are so far (time-wise) past the ‘men-only’ version that I don’t care WHO you bring. There is still one hard and fast rule though….

NO WHINERS

To the wimpy, camping is a never-ending series of difficulties: pitching tents, bugs, hot weather, cold weather, rain, dirt/mud, outhouses. What, no shower? And why don’t they make a sunscreen that also repels bugs?

By the way, the ‘whiner’ tag does not only apply to women. Over the years we have had whiney men who, not surprisingly, no longer go with us.

I am beginning to think we have to ratchet up the degree-of-difficulty though because, not only did we again have a handful of ‘girls’ along with us… they didn’t complain about ANYTHING.

They must have been raised right….

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Totally unrelated post-script: Scientists recently determined that 90 percent of paper money circulating in U.S. cities contains traces of cocaine. As they always say down at the U.S. Mint, “Say hello to my little friend…”