A day of camping.

So here I am camping with everybody who was originally suppose to come on the trip, who would've thought right? I've had a lot of fun. We got to the marina quite late and we sat there in front of the loading dock just starring at the fish that swam by and after a awhile had gone by we finally decided to get up and purchase our boating tickets. They were 15 dollars, an unexpected price from what I had been previously told. Finally the captain had arrived and we gathered all the crap load of things we had purchased and had brought over to use for this trip. Indeed we packed a whole lot of things. We litetally got to the Island in like 3 minutes. Matt, Nick B., and I went to the office and checked in, I finallly payed the reservation and fire wood and off to site 15 and 16 we were. The amount of things that I had thrown on my back were probably the equivalent to the weight of 5 children. Yes, I had to carry that intense weight. As we jumped everything from one side.of the beach.to thr camo grounds we started slowly but surely getting.settled in.and Matt thankfully (our tent setting expert) took the lead and the initiative to set up what would be our homes for the next two days. Matt's tent which was propotional to the shape of a square and was the color blue was set up in about 15 minutes. It was quite impressive I have to say....then afterwards I opened up Brother Cano's tent and we began the hectic work of setting up what I like to call our "woman cave." And afterwards our tents really were gendered, the boys would be sleeping in a blue tent and the girls in a red tent. Our coolers were then set up, one with meats, the other with fruits, and then the third once Karol arrived contained drinks (or something like that). We were pretty much starving and so Nick whipped us up some amazing chicken patties. They were delicious, even with the lack of seasoning. We recycled our plates and fueled up on Capri sun pouches, which were probably one of my most favorite childhood drinks, especilly when it came to coming to the beach. I grabbed my bathing suit, threw it on and lay on the sand by then. The shore started to bother me and practically reached the tip of my toes at one point. I tryed to read "A Fault In Our Stars", but let's be real, it didn't happen. My legs were stinging after trying to submerge myself into the salt water. Tomorrow I would try again, because frankly going to the beach and not going into the water shouldn't be allowed. TO BE CONTINUED.