But it was a lot of fun, even without the ladies. And we just wanted to assure you, the reader, that there is nothing gay about camping with another man.
For example, there's nothing gay about getting wood with another man. When you're making a campfire, it's expected.
And while you're getting wood, you have to be extra careful with your skin, too. Skin cancer is no joke, and you've got to stay protected from the sun's dangerous rays. No homo.
Well, it's not gay unless the tent is so small you'd practically be humping each other just trying to sleep.
But it's not just the campsite, either. There's nothing gay about going on a beautiful nature walk with another man, so long as you call it "hiking." And so long as you treat the mountain like your opponent and not like something out of a Robert Frost poem.
And speaking of hiking, there's nothing gay about needing a good hiking pole. However, it's always good to make sure when inspecting your best friend's hiking pole that it actually is a hiking pole you're examining.
And that, ladies and gents, is why we four, totally masculine and sexually self-assured men had such a great, manly time pitching tents with each other and shining our walking staffs around the campfire. And it was totally not gay.
Cheers and stay classy, folks!
Beer: Breckenridge Avalanche
Music: Van She