Memorial Camping Trip
This weekend was the "First Annual Jay Allan Gresham Memorial Camping Trip" to celebrate the life of my brother, and I took the opportunity to not only spend time with my (and my brothers) friends but to proselytize to others about the benefits of hammocks and hammock camping.
Friday morning, my best friend and my other brother got to Poinsett State Park near Sumter, SC and started to set up camp.
Another friend we had growing up came in from Wilson, NC that night, and we had a good time reminiscing over grape soda and pork chops cooked over the campfire.
That's when I noticed our neighbor setting up an ENO DoubleNest. I dropped what I was doing (proving to my brother that you can split a log with two hatchets and a sledgehammer) and taught him all I know (which took about five minutes) regarding gearing up on a budget.
Saturday night was spent in mosquito hell. They were coming into my Hug bugnet from the open sides (I guess maybe I did it wrong?) and gathering in squadrons to buzz in my ear and wake me up. Devilish buggers.
Saturday breakfast wasn't special, but Saturday lunch was my now famous Cowboy Stew.
Saturday night, Jay's best friend showed up with his father who competes nationally in barbecue contests. We had a pretty serious spread (pulled pork, a few different types of sauces, pork and beans, green beans, slaw, and nanner pudding) and a good time was had by all. We shared our 'cue with the neighbors (who had only brought peanut butter and bread, but no knife with which to spread the peanut butter, and the girl was all sorts of pregnant), toasted Jay with his liquor of choice (Smirnoff...paint thinner), and it was another few hours of catching up with the guys we grew up with.
I sprayed ALL OF MY GEAR EVER with Off spray and never saw another visit from the dreaded skeeter.
Sunday morning brought Dixiecrats (onion sausage wrapped in white bread with mustard) and some high fives as one headed back to North Carolina, with the promise that next year we'd be back.
Trip Report: Completed.
Well done man! That's the kind of tribute that'll bring a tear to the eye.
I was blessed in a way that few are. I grew up within a few houses of a bunch of guys that never really moved away. My brothers, Jay and Andrew (of course) lived behind Matt (who lived in the same house for 27 years), David and Daniel (who didn't move out until they were 25 and 24, respectively) lived across the street from Matt, Allen grew up from age 6 until 17 in the house I now own which is across the street from my parents, and Robbie moved in two doors down with his family from Puerto Rico when he was seven and moved to another part of our small town when he was 18.
Originally Posted by TFC Rick
We're all a very close-knit group and stay in contact. One of our favorite things was to go camping, so it was only fitting.
Nice report and a fitting tribute to your brother.
Nice trip report Gresh, thanks for posting. That stew looks great?
By next maybe they all will have hammocks.
Sounds like y'all had a nice time and what a great way to remember your brother. I'm sure Jay would have liked that all his friends and brothers were spending time together because of him. :-)
Great report Gresh, and a great way to remember your brother.