So we went to the camporee... the FALL camporee, or so it was billed. It was COLD. If there had been snow on the ground to start with, it would have qualified as a Klondike Derby. The trip to the camp involved driving across town to the meeting point, heading up the highway to eat pizza, and then coming in the back way (70 miles from front door to camp). The trip home was considerably shorter: 40 miles. Between the snow storm (we ditched a little earlier on Saturday night than we had anticipated because the road is only plowed once a day in case of snow and didn't want to get stuck), and the fog (once we got down to lower elevations), it was a white knuckle drive.
The camporee was otherwise quiet; I've posted other comments about the trip (and post trip activities) on Berserk's (Awake and Unafraid) and Scooter's (most rediculously unbelievable day...) blogs, so there's not much more to say.
Mileage: Fri/Sat 110 mi; Sun 18 mi; tot MTD: 181 mi
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