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Or should I say, that’s how we roll (sometimes
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Back at Carpenteria state beach for three nights of camping. Like real camping. You know, in a tent. That’s how I was raised and that’s how I prefer it to be honest.
Every time I think about camping, I see memories of my childhood, camping with my parents and their friends. We would all pile into the station wagon and head over to Sequoia or Kings River. My parents and four of us kids. We would all get a beating at some point during the trip
. Whether it was from your older sibling or your dad reaching back, and just punching air, hoping he would connect to who ever was whining.
. Ahhh the good old days.
Well here we are at Carpinteria. Back to the basics. Step 1 is to find a wife that is fucking awesome and loves this kinda stuff. I did that in high school.
Wife setup the tent in 10 minutes while I emptied the car which was not much lol.

Back at Carpenteria state beach for three nights of camping. Like real camping. You know, in a tent. That’s how I was raised and that’s how I prefer it to be honest.
Every time I think about camping, I see memories of my childhood, camping with my parents and their friends. We would all pile into the station wagon and head over to Sequoia or Kings River. My parents and four of us kids. We would all get a beating at some point during the trip


Well here we are at Carpinteria. Back to the basics. Step 1 is to find a wife that is fucking awesome and loves this kinda stuff. I did that in high school.
