Camping here we come

So we decided to all go camping up in the middle of nowhere, just for shits and giggles, all in good fun. The campgrounds were called the "La Jolla Indian Campgrounds", which would lead you to believe that it was near La Jolla. This is not true, and in fact, I felt a little like we're were being driven out to be shot, where nobody would ever hear our screams. For anyone familiar with the area, it was somewhere up past Rincon Valley, but I'm not really sure. Whatever. My point is, it was pretty secluded, but still had a little gas station nearby, and security at the campground entrance. They also had a little place where you could rent big inner tubes to go down the "Lazy River" which ran through the 3 mile campgrounds. Now please don't let the name fool you. The lazy river was far from lazy. In fact, it was about as lazy as a puppy on meth. It looked lazy at some points....calm, serene...deceiving you into happily paying $8 for an inflated tube that would assist you in gently flowing down CLASS 4 RAPIDS. Now there was no warning from the tube rental woman, and no discernable sign saying something like "Caution: You may die while floating down the lazy river" or "Danger: River not so fucking lazy anymore". So all of us, in exciting anticipation, walked way upstream so we could jump in the river and take it down to the end. Jumping in wasnt too bad, and the river started out ok. But soon after, the subtle drops and jagged rocks started to become more plentiful, and gradually grew into 6 foot drops into piles of boulders through current that was strong enough to take you down it, whether you had your inner tube with you or not. So as we hung on for dear life to the 8 dollars of rubber that was the only thing separating us from certain hospitalization, we did our best to make it to the end. Some weren't fortunate enough to do this....like Lauren, who after falling down a rather nasty drop, off her tube, and slamming into a boulder bigger than her with all her body weight, she opted to climb her way out of the river as soon as she could. The rest of us braved it the best we could, and most of us came out relatively unhurt. Mostly it was bruises in random places, particularly asses since the tubes had no support or protection in the area, a few cuts and scrapes, and a nearly broken ankle. All in all, a fantastic adventure...but I only say that because I didn't break anything. It was a blast, but I'd never do it again. Luckily the rest of our day and evening went well. Unfortunately I have no pictures of the lazy river because my camera isnt waterproof. But just picture various 20-somethings hanging on for dear life in flowing stream of death. Enjoy.