Monday, April 18, 2011

Live Oak, George's Birthday campout

Live Oak is a small-ish town along the feather river, just north of Yuba City. A quiet park is on the edge of town and borders the river. John La Torre decided it was a good place for a campout to celebrate the 40th anniversary of his bus.

(Click on the photos for larger versions)
Live Oak Campout

John has the gigantic tent of doom, we love camping with it as in guarantees our comfort during "fire and drink" time.

Live Oak Campout

I left on Friday afternoon, and managed to swing around some traffic.

I had just replaced the CV joint boots (that writeup will be later) and the rear shocks.
CV Joint Boot Replacement
(Guess which parts were new) :)


The moon is clear in the valley, and gave me a chance to play with long exposures. I still need some work:
Live Oak Campout

That night it was just Me, John, and Mike. The next morning, it was us three and hundreds of birds.
Live Oak Campout


Mike had never seen the tent set up, and I needed to dust it off, so I did the full tent regalia and had John time the setup. It took 16 minutes to put it up, and would have taken less if I remembered the corner piece direction.
Take down was 10 minutes.

Live Oak Campout

Live Oak Campout



The rest of the crowd showed up mid-afternoon.

Live Oak Campout

We had to scavenge for food and were limited to whatever we could scrape away from the local supermarkets:
Live Oak Campout


As long as you are having a birthday party, you should have a cake.

Live Oak Campout

Joe had returned from China, and Maggie was doing her Dog-duties (begging for food) as if he had never left.
Live Oak Campout



Maggie loves us.
Live Oak Campout



The wonderful Blake and Shelby made it, I took their photo for this years christmas cards.
Live Oak Campout



Since I'm mentioning the tent, the interior (when it is connected correctly) looks like this:

Live Oak Campout


More write up later - I need to stretch this out as I am starving for content.

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