Ahhh
I get it now.
Dan was trying to impress a female....
Otherwise the photos would have been more like this:
There is still a fire, but it is made out of tables that were stolen from elsewhere in the campground.
The camp area is a mine field of human and dog excrement, flavored with urine distilled from a fine bottle of thunderbird.
Breakfast consists of swallowing the gallon of vomit you almost just hurled, and a handful of stale crackers crammed down your throat.
The drive home involves several off road excursions as you pass out behind the wheel, the windows of the cage are actually TINTED from the alcohol vapors pouring of yours AND the dogs bodies.
Reaching the cali border, you make it the rest of the way by shooting smack directly into both eyeballs.
The rest of the drive is spent speaking in tongues and chewing on the steering wheel...
Of course, now you are home safe, the dog refuses to go near you, and keeps opening the phone book to the "exorcist" section.
:laughing
Looks like you had a good time.