KK, Haha, you want a story, here's a story... =-)

The hippies that run this thing wanted to do this crazy thing called "recycling" this year, so...

I pack up the last of our camp, and shove the recycling bags in every last crevice of the truck bed...
I stop at the top of the hill, pull out these soggy bags of veggie crap, half empty PBR cans, vodka bottles, you name it.
(Perhaps I move the tent out of the way at this point and set it on the ground, its all kinda fuzzy on Sunday you know)
The lovely vixens at recycle camp help me sort it all into the proper piles, I close the truck back up and go home...
Unpacking the next day, I discover, no tent.

So the moral of the story is: recycling sucks major ass and hippies should sleep under the stars from now on.
Just kidding, but shit, could have flown off on the highway somehow...

If you find it, feel free to camp out in there and help yourself to the pools of PBR that have accumulated in the corners. Sorry it doesn't come with a hot 25 year old for ya!

Miss ya guy,
Luki