An Eno River Good Time

Sometimes you just need to go camping for the hell of it. Luckily Wes is an evil mastermind as well as a mad scientist and discovered Eno River State Park, a wild and beautiful preserve in Durham and Orange Counties featuring mountainous terrain, a surprisingly clean river, tons of very old trees, and of course, primitive camping. So as a public service announcement from me to you, get off your fat ass today and go camping. Now on with the pictures.


Here is Wes at the entrance to the park. It is the site where he made up the inane, repetitive Eno River State Park theme song which almost got him killed by myself, but Al showed up just in time to save his roomate from my wrath.


In order to reach the trails and the camping, you had to cross this very cool suspended footbridge.


If you look closely at this sign, it says you can ride horses on the trails but you can't ride bikes or ride horses on the trails. Wait a second...some park rangers need to make up their minds.

Now it's time for some random pictures of the Eno River.







Ok that was fun.


Here are the foundations to a really old bridge.


Here are Alan and Wes admiring the Eno River's rapids. So why not show some random pictures of the rapids?










This is me after I fell in said rapids. Notice my very wet pants in which I had to hike for the next mile or two before I was able to change into dry clothes.


But even having a wet ass is okay when your friends Jack and Jerry come camping with you. This is Wes having a very Eno River good time.


This is Alan not having an Eno River good time. He is allergic to the Eno River, along with practically everything else. He also got a wicked looking gash above his right eye (visible in the picture) from running into a stick while we tromped around in the middle of the night, enjoying the full lunar eclipse.


Here is a view of part of the Eno River State Park, with Wes looking very rugged as well.


Here are two live plants as well as some fungus growing on a dead tree. Very cool.


Here is a reptile egg I found.


Here is Wes climbing a boulder.


Here is a dogwood growing out of a boulder.


Here are some cedars Wes took a picture of.


After all that outdoorsy hiking and whatnot, Wes was forced to drink black, disgusting water from a puddle.


We also were forced to eat our last can of baked beans after opening it with a pocket knife. Note the serrated edge. Very primitive.


But even razor sharp serrated metal isn't enough to stop Wes from enjoying Bush's secret family recipe, savage style.

Well, that concludes our magical camping trip adventure.

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