We Did It To Confuse The Fuckers

I underestimated the power of the U.P., it is far holier than expected, none the less I had a damned awesome time.
We got up there around 5-6 ish and looked for places to pitch our tent. When wandering around we found 2 dead deer some creepy trash dump site and a black garbage bag containing what seemed to be a dead animal carcass. I think the vultures flying from the site, maggots everywhere and the horrible stench leaking from any available slit gave it away. So we gave up and went for a secluded area in his lawn. We just sat around drank beer for most of the day. It was also a shock to see Courtney Webber up there; I never expected to see anyone I knew besides who I came up there with. We all got plastered and stayed up until 4 in the morning partying with the fathers, moms, aunts and uncles. I cant even count how many games of pool I played, all while listening to AC/DC and Bob Seger.
Sat night we woke to the sounds of a group of coyotes in the woods not far from our tent, but we fell back asleep. The person who owned the property and its belongings had two 4x4 quads, so needles to say we tore the shit out of those. That whole Sat. we wanted to ride them but on every attempt to mount these beasts some fucking kids or old pair took them out. It was an all day battle for possession. I can recall at least 5 times where the quads were returned and while Jared was walking up to them someone took them out. We soon just gave up and took Jared’s mom's SUV out two tracking on some property. We pulled over in a clearing and quick shot off 200 rounds from my rifle. When we got back the quads were still out so we took some campers Dale Erndheart golf cart. We loaded up our backpacks full of beer and headed out for the two tracks, we were gone for about an hour giving this thing hell, making frequent stops for beer slamming and senior pictures. We ended up out in a field with hay bails and were told the people were looking for their cart, so we returned it.
Somebody had a dog and it’s name was Lambert. This dog humped every other dog non-stop. Every time you seen this dog he was humping this old collie. Nate has a collie so he was tempted to pet it, while doing so he pointed out that there was “sap” in its hair, we later found out from stories told that it wasn’t sap.
That whole day we ate nothing so when the pig was done cooking all hell broke loose. There was so much good food and we ate until we couldn’t eat any more. After shoveling all the food in we waddled back to the tent for a cig and nap.
I woke up for a couple hours then continued my nap at about 10pm not waking up until 10:30 am the next day.
Breakfast was pretty harsh that morning. Chopped up left over hard boiled eggs with mayo and pickles on white bread, I was excited to see how all the food I ate the day before and the eggs would hold up in my stomach. Afterwards we all contributed to gassing the tent. After the shit sandwich we went to the store to buy more beer. We drank nothing but PBR that whole weekend. 120 beers or so were consumed so we had some good times. On the way to the store we were going 90 mph the whole way. Thers no cops up there, just people riding quads.
When we got back to the camp site we started drinking. I slammed two beers for a head start then drank vigorously. After a walk through the pole barn I stumbled across a moldy beer bong, so I cleaned it out while Nate and Jared were out on the quads and bonged a few beers. When they got back I bonged one more beer, threw the bong down and ran directly to the 4 wheeler. Not a safe thing to do. I noticed I was going much fasted through the trails then sober. I got about 4 foot of air unexpectedly off a hill, then Jared and I plowed them through swamps. I was fucking soaked laughing my ass off. So I went back to camp and drank more beer. Later when Nate and Jared were out I guess Jared flipped it, luckily not getting seriously hurt.
We were reckless fuckers. Some property owner banned us from his trail because we were throwing gravel form his new house site all over the road with the tires.
After packing up our belongings this morn, we ate some food and headed back for here, Muskegon.

here is some pictures for your enjoyment










Senoir Pictures








some ghost town









cooking some raviolies over the condensed fuel tabs





this is to confuse drivers behind you, thell try every posible way to get it.