Dedicated to Mike and Tom, and Paradox Lake

Ok, Mike, Tom, Paradise Lake, this one's for you.

Please reminesce with me:

"guys! I just kicked something! It was solid!"

You'll be entertained to hear that, last night I kicked something. It was solid. I was, in fact, a bear. A bear that thought my feet smelled good, and tried to lick them through the tent wall. I kicked it, and it tried to make off with a shoe. I chased it with a nalgene bottle full of quarters, and it dropped the shoe and ran.

Funny now. But if at the time there was anything in my colon, it surely would not have been there for long.