It was the most gorgeous day in the summer one could think of. It was about 85 degrees outside, sun shining with a few clouds that dotted the big, blue sky. There was a small breeze blowing across the landscape as we were driving south from Havre. The sun was already giving me a tan on my forearms while I was driving my car. The landscape was quite a sight. The rolling plains and hills with the green mountains in the background made the scenery absolutely beautiful. As we were driving towards the mountains, we saw other people who had the same plan we had. A lot of people were taking their RV’s to camp out for the weekend, while my friends and I only had a few tents and sleeping bags for the campout.
As we got to the lake nestled within the mountain valley, we drove around to look for a good camping spot. We finally settled on a spot right on the corner of the lake. We put up the tents right near the cattails that lined the shore of the lake. It was around noon when we finally got done putting up the tents and chopping down the palettes we were going to use as firewood. The sun was still bright, temperature still warm, but now not a cloud dotted the sky. Being hot but not feeling up for a swim, we decided to get the canoes that we brought with us and start canoeing. We then came back to shore to throw a football and frisbee around with more people that decided to come camping with us.
At the end of the day, we lit a fire and got all the chairs we brought with us around the campfire. We were roasting hot dogs, making s’mores, and were just talking about random stuff. At around 1 AM, we decided to call it a night, get in our sleeping bags, and just sleep… until a few people started farting in the tent.
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