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January 01, 2004

Desert Mayhem

Our trip to the desert was once again a success. Originally a large group of near 20 was going, but most changed their mind either because they thought the weather would there would be too bad, or the conditions on Mammoth would be too good. Their loss. There WAS reason for concern about the weather as it was dumping in Mammoth and there was a good amount of snow for our entire drive. Once the eight of us, hard core enough to go, got there we were pleased to find the ground was only sparsely covered with the white stuff and there was plenty of space to sleep and be warm.

The guns came out immediately after unloading the trucks. We didn't bring as much firepower or gasoline this time, but we did have plans. We did have a very powerful potato gun that could shoot a potato over 300 yards. Within an hour of getting there we had demolished a microwave and exploded a toilet. The toilet was a fantastic sight. We filled it with a couple gallons of gasoline, then threw a large fireworks mortar in and rand. A moment later, the initial charge, meant to propel the mortar high into the air, went off in a puff of smoke. A few moments after that, the larger secondary charge went off, igniting the gasoline and tearing the toilet bowl to shreds in a cloud of flame. Great cheers ensued.

As night neared and the temperature fell, attention was shifted to the fires. It was decided we would have two fires this time after the debacle of the 'fire of fun' from our last visit. Last time we scarred this place, in a moment of shear insanity, someone took the entire roll of 5000 blackcats and threw them on the fire. You'd think they would all blow up quickly. Actually, most of them get blown clear. Being anywhere near the fire in the next 8 hours was a hazardous gamble as blackcats would suddenly ignite, or be thrown into the fire en mass after being found within a 20' radius of the fire itself. A sick game of cat and mouse started where people would rush up to the fire ring to look for blackcats before someone else found them first and threw them into the fire blasting embers on whoever else was searching. Tom had the bright idea of having two fires this time. A fire of fun and a fire of warmth. Of course, as is the nature of fire, both fires became the fire of fun, neither being safe. It was decided we'd need 3 fires next time. Bryan poured copious amounts of gasoline on the fire, walked away, aimed a lit roman candle on the fire and WAM. The projectile caused the fire to explode in a fury of fire.

Our mayhem continued for hours as fireworks launched from all directions until it slowly died down. After many false stops where everyone admitted to having no fireworks left, only to have a giant firework go off shortly thereafter, we individually decided it was time for sleep. As it was not snowing, most of us just laid our sleeping bags out and slept in the frigid high desert air. The temperature likely dropped to around 10 that night, but I slept well. All was well and would be until I woke up, when it might still be well, but the future is dark, and I have no way of telling.

Posted by wonko at January 1, 2004 06:21 PM

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