Bogartville, WA

Heading into Camas our sole reason for stopping here was to see our friend Samuel (later we would realize that he was what we liked least about the place). Until a few months ago Sam had been living in Seattle with the aforementioned Josh. In an attempt to be closer to his “family” he packed his bags and moved back to his childhood home. The town itself can only be described as a small, generic city with a large, generic bowling alley. One thing I can tell you for sure, though, is that Camas is by far the worst smelling place in all of Washington, save possibly Tacoma. As far as I can tell this odor comes primarily from the Paper Mill/Diarrhea Factory which is conveniently located in the center of town.

The stay with Sam was very pleasant. We were greeted upon arrival with an enormous steak dinner and fridge full of beer. Sam’s mom and her boyfriend Peter are both sweet old hippies and were very cool to hang out with. Hanging out included drinking beers, jamming with the family band (we were on the tambourines) and smoking joints. About halfway through the night we realized that Sam’s room was almost entirely covered in cat hair, which Spencer happens to be highly allergic to. After his standard procedure of scratching his neck and eyes until they bleed Sam offered him a Claritin and the suggestion to get some fresh air. Luckily this worked much better and we were able to avoid the sacrifice of one Mr. Munson P. Farnsworth. At around 4 in the morning we threw in Strange Brew as a way to wind down from our night of partying. Unfortunately we soon discovered that Sam was determined to force us to watch every fucking second of the movie after he began screaming and physically threatening us whenever we attempted to fall asleep. The movie was pretty decent.

Our second day in Camas was extremely nice for early spring in Washington. We decided to take advantage of the weather with a hike to Beacon Rock, which has a great view overlooking the Colombia River. Luckily we got a jump on the day by heading out around 2 in the afternoon and made it to the top with daylight to spare.

(Sam and Spencer (notice the Richard) at the top of Beacon Rock)

Although Sam’s mom and Peter relied heavily on bogarting our joints to get high, they didn’t force us to smoke over half our road trip weed supply which has earned them the top spot in our road trippin best host contest.

- Corey