ANNUAL TEAM CAMPING TRIP

Burrier is where our story begins. From the moment we arrived to the moment we left we knew something was going to happen!

Friday night was almost relaxing, setting up tents, few beers (for those that are allowed), jamming on the guitar and bongo drums by the fire while ceremoniously burning busted decks, jamming your mates into a big green bag and beating the crap out of them, I believe they call this game “Wormy”. Then it was time for a swim with the bikes and not long after off to bed.

The morning came quickly with our fearless leader awaking us with a horn that could wake up a def man!

Thanks a lot Craig, lol, then down to the river for a morning soak. After a few hours watching the guys trying, and I do mean TRYING to get up on a wake board we headed back to camp for a half-pipe session, a few other guys rocked up, Wynnie and Arnots. We ripped that pipe to bits. Apparently we were being a bit to loud, but hey! It’s exciting. Rayner landed his first nose blunt! Props for Rayner.

After a good 3 to 4 hours it was time to replenish our stomach and energy closely followed by more beer, jamming and fireplace antics. Then it happened. Somehow Rayners pants ended up as a skirt, after a good half hour of convincing him to get changed we decided to do it for him, we only got halfway and he ended up naked and being chased by the by the retreats manager into the night, not to mention his underwear hanging from a sign marked “MANAGERS RESIDENCE” go Rayner! Ha, Ha

Not to long after Doug decided to crash out, another fantastic idea! Lets collapse his tent while he is asleep, the plan went off like clockwork and he was back up. The guys decided to have another moonlight swim, KAPOW nakedness strikes again! This time Benny and Rayner.

On Jarahs return from the river it seemed as though he had missed placed his tent, we had moved it to the half-pipe to save him the walk in the morning.

Soon all shenanigans died down and not long after it was bedtime.

The morning was complete with droopy tiered eyes, bacon and egg sandwiches and funny stories, followed closely by another skate then it was home time, all in all it was more fun than being kicked in the sleeping bag!