hole in one, beautiful mountains, ramble patches

this weekend was grand. i escaped thinking about life for 3 days by going camping with the roommates. we went into the mountains about 2 hours from l.a. friday, me bryson and kyle went and set up camp and walked around the mountainside. there was an abandoned skilift intermingled with another frisbee golf course (yeah, i think kyle may have known that when picking a campsite). there was also a government test facility that looked mighty creepy. we made grilled cheese. we tried to hang out with some college kids down the way (who were making alot of noise) but they were incredibly lame and unaccomidating. so we just went to bed early.
the next day we woke up with the sun and brought bryson to the lake so he could go fishing. sadly, he didnt catch anything (nor did anyone we saw). so me and kyle went and climbed up a cliff to occupy ourselves. kyle ripped his shorts on the way up, the beginning of his misfortune. it was funny.
then we went back to camp and met up with zack and bouncer dan. they were really happy to be off work so that brought a new energy to the crew. we all ate and went to the frisbee golf course. it was so beautiful. it was basically just a 2 hour excuse to take a walk through the mountainside. during this time i did something not many people can say they have done in their lifetime. i shot a hole in one! the other guys have a deal that the first person to hit a hole in one gets 100 bucks from the other guys, because they thought it would never happen. sadly, i didnt make that deal, because i usually dont even get close to the hole. but 280 feet later, i am the happiest camper on the course. i ran all over the place as all five of us screamed and jumped and celebrated. bouncer dan even lifted me off the ground and zack was throwing dirt like confetti. i didnt get hundreds of dollars, but i did get a great memory.

however, the course had bitter plans as well as jubilant ones. i threw my only frisbee into a ramble, or a bryer, or whatever the term is for a bunch of very thick thornbushes. i looked for it, couldnt find it. i stepped out but dan and kyle, being the gentlemen they are both went in looking for my disc. then in a moment of utter hilarity and dispair, both dan and kyle lost their balance. dan just scrapped himself up, but kyle...kyle fell hard. he tumbled twice and landed on his back, stuck in the thorns, yelling "greg! i cant move! help me! help me! greg!" i was right there so i jumped in and pulled him to his feet. zack laughed the whole time. i was really worried for kyle, his legs and arms looked like jim cavezel from passion of the christ. but then kyle started blaming it on me and so i began laughing at him, because he was being a bit of a baby. then the mountain smiled on me again and i ended up finding 3 discs.

at the bottom of the skilift, but not the mountain there was a beautiful view of a city and there was a tiny sign surrounded by rocks. so we had a rock throwing contest. that was intensely fun, lots of smack talk, lots of rock throwing. i even won one of the tournaments.

then at night we had an amazing shishkabob dinner, inspired by kyle. it was wonderful. steak, chicken, sausage, peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms. the only thing missing was pineapple. but im not complaining. then me and zack played some music by the fire. then there was alot of talking around the fire. i felt very honored to be in the presence of 4 guys who really cared about their faith and had such strong opinions about their views. it was cool to talk for a while. but after a few hours my brain wanted to play music and be quiet, but they just talked and talked! so i went for a walk and talked to God instead and thanked him for my awesome life. i then tried to call kelly but i had no reception so i went back and fell asleep.