lotalota wrote on Apr 6^th, 2007 at 9:17pm:


NEXT thing you'll want is a NUBILE young maiden SERVING your Bloody Mary

NUBILE

I love that word.

solotripper wrote on Apr 6^th, 2007 at 11:22pm:

I don't know ... sounds better every time I read it!    

attempting to bring this thread back to life. I have another question for everyone.

Has anyone had "ONe of those nights" up there, where drinking and conversation went far beyond what you expected? As I mentioned mine on Robinson, I'll explain the story here.

Arrived at campsite around 5:00-6:00ish in the afternoon. Rain had started to come down. Our thought.... Let's have a coupe drinks and wait out the storm, thinking it would blow over soon and then cook dinner. The Rain picked up and continued dumping and we continued drinking. and drinking and drinking, it didn't slow down. the rain or the drinking.

It had become the night of the Carnival, as we now refer to it. The conversations were great and the jokes hilarious. Quoting forest gump, etc... The wind blew so hard the grommets on our rain tarp blew out. So we decided to just stand in the water and continue with cocktails. We finally ate dinner around midnight. We were not quiet this night, we yelled and sang and joked. Luckily the wind was howling so hard and the rain pounding so hard you couldn't here each other from ten feet away, so there is no way we disturbed anyone other than our own internal Organs.

Then came the solving of the words problems, political banter, and a bunch of loose footing.

Bed Time finally came around 4:00 in the AM.

I will never do it again, and didn't really mean to do it then, but man o man I will always remember (albeit fuzzily) ((is that even a word)) The evening on Robinson and the terrible hangover the next day....

I have a funny video with some pictures I could possibly set up here if anyone is interested. Not sure how I could do it, and the file is too large for Youtube.

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Our first day out we almost died, going from French to Trouser in low water and an under-supply of drinking water because many of our water bottles were filled with 151-rum.  We got in late, and fell into bed without eating.  The next day all we had in front of us was the 4000 meter portage from Trouser to cache (that is what it is on one map, it may be shorter but is till a monster).  Cache has a campsite on a wide beach area and our maps at the time only showed that one campsite.  It was occupied.  There was a solist there who had been traveling for a month, having not spoken to anyone during that time (except for an occasional shout to passing canoes.  He was gald for the company, especially given our supply of rum.  He invited to us to join him, so we camped down the beach away from where he had camped. So we set about celebrating our survival of the first two days.  And we figured we had two-days ration of rum to drink since we had not had any the night before.
We swapped stories with the solist and continued drinking past the two-day ration.

Well things got way carried away.  Our group had two females (maybe part of the reason the solist was willing to share the campsite), and one decided to go skinny dipping.  The soloist saw this as a sign that it was not.  There was no violence, but he did have to be forcibly convinced the naked lady was not a gift to him from the Quetico gods.  We ended up spending a second night camped there because there was no way we were going to do the 3850 meter portage from Cache into McKenzie with the hangovers we had.
I am not sure the solist remembered anything about what happened the night before, he was that drunk. But he did move, heading the other direction to Trousers.