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For the long weekend, a bunch of the boys went out to Sandbanks Provincial Park where we got our camp on. Sandbanks is 2 and a half hours east of Toronto, and it’s beachfront lies on Lake Ontario.

After a couple years of really unpleasant camping experiences, we were all set on getting some good outdoors-ness in. The plans were set - three nights, a full day to chill on the beach, and a full day to hike/bike/canoe/soak in nature. We even checked the weather, all was to be sunny and good times were bound to be had.

You can’t trust the weather forcasts though! Because franky, the weather sucked. Donkeys. So aside from overcoming and striving past the engine failures, arriving just as the park entrance was closing, missing several camping essentials, there’s no fun when in rains… constantly… each and every day.

C.J. was probably the most disappointed as he had been looking forward to the trip for probably the better part of the year. Nathan was determined to darken several hundred shades, and Francis was just happy we were there after endless transportation issues.

The trip did have its highlights though. Three hours of non-stop ultimate on the hot summer beaches (the only sun before the rain) is heavenly. We have a great surf and turf buffet in Belleville after retreating to town after the first rain-out. Car ferries are cool. And of course:

Francis: I learned this new word, but I don’t know what it means but it sounds cool. I’m going to say it when i punk people off… Sodomized!!