Camp Tardikaka

After a long day of driving through the windmill farms of Minnesota and the badlands of South Dakota we finally arrived at camp Rafter J. Lightning lit up the night sky as we rushed to assemble the tent. Our practice in the Schultz's backyard paid off as we just managed to beat the rain.

The synergistic fusion of our iron-willed hearts and pure rugged manliness was on full display with our air mattresses, battery operated lantern, and three iPhones. Nonetheless, our survival instincts allowed us to brave the great thunderstorm of the Black Hills and make it to morning.

However, Brett wept like a 3 year-old girl throughout the duration of the storm due to lightning that miraculously deflated his air mattress forcing him to share his body heat with the cold ground. His Target sleeping bag provided minimal relief from natures best efforts to thwart his sleep.

After a round of ghost stories, we turned off the lantern and fell asleep to the rolling thunder and rain of the Black Hill mountains.

Location:Iron Mountain Rd,Keystone,United States