Algonquin park--end.?

Well someone had the bright idea that I and another guy..Scott who was about as country boy as I was..he was even more of a city feller..and One of the male staff members should go on a hike sleep over into the interior of Algonquin...Why would I want to do that I questioned? Well it was more an Now I am informed that the hike was happening..and get packed as we leave in one hour..SHIT...Shit..shit...We each had a hiking backpack ..damn it was loaded..what the hell man..we even had to bring toilet paper..damn..Well lets not forget the deet..nothing like the sweet taste of deet..but it's one of those don't leave your campsite without it essentials. So we first had to get a drive to even get to this hiking trail...We had to hurry as no street lights..in fact no lights..and no one brings the bag of firewood around either..we had to scurry in the forest--yup the bears area to get firewood...ok so the race is on...Scott is a nice guy...but he is your basic stoner...he would rather just walk ten minutes and say ...man lets set up here....MAN...I was inclined to agree with him....better yet I finally said it...I want to go back to the main camp..I want to go back to the main camp....I want to go back to the main camp....shoot I guess that only works when you are wearing the little red shoes and carry totol...anyway Slick the staff that came with us..said come on quit clowning around ...lets go...oh man we hiked...for hours..damn what the hell does anyone see in this...as I slap at another mosquito ..shoot he got away..next thing he is going to let all his buddies know where he obtained the blood and then I will pay the price for not smacking myself sooner...ok..how far are we going...Slick said till we get to the end of the trail.....I said why do we have to get to the end...he said because then we can say we made it to the end...Weeeee...damn who cares...Scott is now starting to lag behind..he wants to transfer some canned goods to me as he thinks his pack is lighter...after blowing off tension and swearing at each other for a minute or two....he says hey hold up...and he shows me a big fat joint...I laugh how are you going to smoke that...? He said thats where I can in..keep Slick busy once we make camp and then I will say I want to go down to the lake..you chat Slick up...how about it..Bob? I said well my pack is rather heavy ...he said prick..as he grabbed the heavy cast iron pan..and the two rolls of toilet paper...how that...well ...I am sure it could be lighter..he said ahh..screw you..as I thought hey maybe they were right..going hiking brings the hikers together..Now that we had a plan..time seemed to go a little faster-lol well maybe it was because my pack was 10lbs lighter...Well we made it...the end of the trail...it ended at a river...Well I asked Slick whats the difference between this river and the river at the main camp in Whitefish? ---Come-on why do you try and ruin everything...Scott saw this as his que to slip away...I led Slick into a conversation asking about how he liked the hiking trip and this opened the door to him telling me about how he bonded with his dad on a hiking trip....and how he hoped that we also could take away some great memories from the trip...damn Scott where are you..he is almost finished his one on one "moment" with me...I scan the point where Scott entered into the forest and he was carrying some wood back...I said well? He said this hide away place has more campers past the big rock over there..they were also looking for wood...he said he couldn't spark up they were almost pulling the wood from out of his arms..So Scott is given the hatchet to chop the wood...he is slinging the hatchet with as much interest or care...Slick was trying to motivate him..telling him that we are all set up and tied the food up a tree..now the bears can't reach it...nice fire going..all deeted up..what could else could we want..Scott says a nice cold beer would be nice...we all looked at each other..and grumbled yeah..that would then be a great molson minute...Well Scott is slugging the axe just like Slick showed him...but he is sitting down swinging it..with the wood being held between his feet...he is chopping his V cut swinging ...chopping on an angle left then right..Slick says ok now put more force into..Scott says ok I will do this one..then you do the rest...this is tiring..I just want to go into the tent and go to sleep..maybe this is just a dream and I will wake up in my bed..We all laughed at Scott...he was laughing as he was serious...smack ....smack...smush...OOOOOO..HOLY SHIT....he screamed so loud that the birds all took off all around us...magnifing his screaming...what..Scott ..what..hap...oh shit..oh shit...hey slick ....its deep man..because he was chopping on an angle..it went in and ricocheted off his bone and carried on...chewing its way through a big hunk of flesh...damn..thats deep..what do we do now>? Well we can't go back now as the trail is dark...we have to camp tonight and leave tomorrow...Scott said what do you mean man...I am in f..king pain here...Well Slick breaks out the med kit...it has aspirins...he said...big deal..Scott says as he slips them down ...Slick said its a clean wound...it should only need a couple of stitches....now to get out of here...Slick looks around as if he missed something....ahh. he reaches behind a rock...I saw this stick here...and it has a nice arm pit y in the branch...he takes the hatchet and knocks off the little branches...there he says..as if he was measuring for a hockey stick..he adjusts the height..again..hows that..Scott says its good thanks..that should help..So after a couple of hours the pain really starts to get bad...Slick even went over to the other campers and they only had a med kit...but no pain relievers..Shit Scott...why don't you spark up the joint...he mentions that it would be good if he could get high it would most likely be enough to get him through the night...Slick was starting to catch on...well ...now everyone was talking in circles..now if say you did have some pot...and you did smoke it...say if you lite it up while I was in the bush getting firewood..then I would never know..and you would be able to sleep tonight in some comfort..now thats only if you did have pot which we all know you don't...damn this is good..Slick is giving you the ok to smoke up..and he won't bust ya...shit Slick is a cool guy after all eh..Scott...just then Slick says to me..you didn't cut you leg...no reason for you to partake...lol...well we will be getting more firewood..see ya in five ok..don't smoke it all as you might need a hit in the morning...Scott say the hell with that...he was in so much pain..he just wanted to pass out....We went through the motions of picking up wood..as the air was filled with the unmistakably aroma of weed...finally Scott stopped coughing..thats was as good as clue as any he finished the joint...we went back to the fire...Slick asked how he was now..he said good ..thanks alot man...For what Slick says..lol....Morning comes and Scott is all ready for the trip back ...well at least he is up hopping on his home made crutch..getting the feel for it...Slick is loading the packs up...he is taking all the stuff out of the two leaving just a couple of things in each..but the third pack was FULL..ok lets go..I reach for one of the light packs he says what are you doing..you get the full pack as he had to Help Scott So my job was to be the camel on this hike back...what the hell...I said as he put the pack on me...this is heavier then me...Holly shit..Slick was now sticking more stuff on..clipping this and that to everything...I had to lean forward almost doubling over just to keep from falling backwards...I said I don't think I can carry this..as I made two steps and and the skillet was banging against the 3 metal cups ..well at least I wouldn't get lost in the morning fog...ok lets roll..man the going was slow...poor Scott was really starting to hurt...Slick took off Scotts pack and added it to his own...Hey I said why don't I get rid of half of this stuff..let Scott take half and I can walk/run ahead and hike back to Whitefish and get someone to pick ya up...Slick liked the idea minus the transfer of stuff....he said yeah..go .... go....Scott now also chanted come on...man go already...as if just saying it many times over would have pushed me further ahead..ok ..I will go as fast as I can.. with that I headed out...damn finally reached the road...walked along the road..and this car pulled over and opened the door...hi..two girls were inside..you want a ride...I said sure ..thanks..I told them about our hike and they said oh really we didn't see anyway walking the road...I said that they we traveling slow so they must have reached the road yet...damn the car ride made the time to whitefish in no time..they dropped me off..so I just had to walk down the road and I would be back at camp...damn..who would have ever thought I would be happy to see the camp again...damn my pack was starting to pop stuff off .. I picked up the skillet..cups...can of food..now cradled in my arms..I tried to hold the pack together..not enough hands...shit..they were all sitting on the picnic table...move I said..move...I make it to the table and the pack just bursts apart..happy that I made it...Kathy blows my bubble..why the heck did you throw all the stuff all over the place pick up it up...I said hey I am lucky that it held out this long...Oh so dramatic..all the time so dramatic--why are you here? Well good to see you all too...Scott cut himself with the hatchet and we had to cut the hike short...thanks god...bull..kathy said ..where are they..I said you have to go meet them and get Scott to the hospital for stitches..ahhh. more dramatics..what stories you come up with...Bobby..what the hell.. lets go get them...shit now I am begging someone to save them...finally Kathy says ok..when we pick them up and Scott is ok..you will be on restriction forever..We are tired of your lies...whatever I said..come on you are coming with me...If I have to make this trip you do also..look I said ..I am tired from hiking back double time...just head down the road...you might catch them walking...nope you are coming..get in...and off we go..we past where I imaged them to be by now...all the way back to the place where we entered the trail we found them...now it was Slicks turn to yell at me..what the hell took you so long..I explained to him that kathy didn't believe me about Scott..so she was in no hurry...ya whatever...boy--this was one of those times you just can't win for trying..They drove back to the camp..cleaned up the cut..and rebandaged it up..gave Scott more aspirins and off to the hospital...I went into my tent and read..damn it felt good to be back..as I hit the play button on my tape deck...yup good to be back..as I drifted off..the time dragged on...finally going home...as we packed up the car....well so I thought...