Very true. I assure you that I will give this endeavor my full effort. I believe the first order of business was to set up the tents. Let's get to it, shall we?
Wonderful! And here we were worried about being shorthandedd. Kalim and Cater don't have any experience camping in the wilderness... And while I know a fair bit about survival, I wasn't sure how to go about explaining things to them. Perhaps Vargas paired us with a veteran camper as a way to throw us a bone.
You know, camping's pretty popular right now... Say, Jade! How's about giving me some sweet wilderness tips? I try to stay on top of trends. It could be time for Cay-Cay's grand camping debut!
Roger! We don't have any matches, lighters, or starting fluid, but we do have flint. Apparently the sports clubs didn't even get any flint. They had to use rocks and tools and stuff. Tough times!
Heh heh, it's more fun when it takes a while to start the fire. The technique I'm using is called a hand drill. I spin the rod between my palms and exert downward pressure on the board, which generates frictional heat...
Then you place pine straw and dry leaves over the fire, blow gently...and it grows like so. Then you add some fatwood—that is, pinewood with lots of resin—and you'll have a roaring campfire in no time. There, done.
That was the bare minimum any self-respecting mountain lover should be able to do. We already have our campfire, but would you care to try starting a fire yourself, Cater?
Yes, but wouldn't it be nicer to drink water straight from the source? The lake water is perfectly potable so long as we filter it through coal, rocks, or sand, and then boil it to sterilize it.
pant* *wheeze* The mountains are so hard to navigate... I'm totally pooped. Okay, let's see, wild plants... How about this mushroom? Looks pretty tasty.
Cater! Be careful not to bump against any trees or break any sticks. The twigs and stems are all valuable parts of the greater ecosystem. You should also take care to not step on any insects or plant life while you're walking.
That's the call of a migratory bird. They shouldn't be around the mine at this time of year. Maybe it's a lone bird that happened to fall behind in its migration. Heh heh... We've truly lucked out. What a lovely sound. Wouldn't you agree, Cater?
Uh... Sure, totes. (WHO CARES?!) (Does Jade always get like this over mountains?!) (I was ready for some outdoor chillaxing, but he's downright obsessed...) (I can't even with this guy!)
Yes, you have a point. But why go back the way we came when we could take another route? And if we're going to take a rockier trail back, it would be prudent to get started sooner rather than later. What a sharp observation, Cater.
