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Darryl Friday... The many stories.. the legend lives...

So tis Darryl Friday. He found a very fitting role in this summers DC playing the part of the evil priest. After the convention I headed down to rebuke his wicked acts, and found him attacking his unexpecting father. Of course under a mosaic law, would his father be accountable for his sons wicked ways... and there for through his wicked acts would he be bringing judgment on his father, making him holy.. wait that doesn’t make sense...

Anyway, so who is darryl behind those beards, fancy garb, evil look?

OK, there he is, more than you bargained for...

Anyways, ol Darryl and I go back to the glory days of the Greeneville Congregation before we all went our own ways. Camping trips were a normal part of the days... (the above picture is from one of our common canoe/camping trips). I'll relate a few more camping trip stories.

One winter we decided to do some camping, to test our skills. As we headed out we thought with confidence we were ready to tackle the wilderness. Yes our confidence was apparent, but this would pass soon. For 10 minutes later Nathan fell into the creek. (Note the temperature was around 20F). Pressing on, minus a few of nathans toes, we headed up the mountain to find the Appalachian Trail. However we would end up losing it because there was so much snow on the trails. We were concerned but did find the trail, and made it to Jerry's Cabin, on the AT. There we made it through one of the most miserable nights of all our lives. With a temperature of about -10F, snow falling, we were actually concerned about our futures. We got a fire started, at which point I burnt the bottom out of my socks trying to get warm. (I didn’t feel it either for I was so cold). That night Darryl would keep waking me up saying "Are you awake Jeremy?" I wouldn’t be till he started asking, and the key here... remember to always buy a good sleeping bag. When we woke up the next day, we headed off the mountain, we couldn’t get a fire started, and all the food and water we had was frozen solid. We did escape the mountain that day, of course Darryl kept falling as we walked off the mountain, for there was ice under the snow... I just love the body print of this massive fall... Sorry Darryl still remember you being ticked I took this picture.

The next camping story is the last camping story... it was when we tackled the AT one spring. As we headed out everything seemed to be good, but after about 2 miles, the boys began to tire... After another 8 miles, things were looking bad... Of course when darryl found out his picture was being taken he perked up (had to keep up his strong manly image!) We would stop to camp soon, and part of the problem was then found, Darryl’s pack was a good 55 lbs, as he carried the iron skillet, the cooking grate, bottle of vodka, and other things not often carried by the average backpacker. (My pack was 30 lbs). That night too Darryl learned not to stuff snow down my pants, for in such occurrence the moon will come out! The next day we headed out on the final 15 miles of the hike... and seems everyone came down sick except me... this led to me carrying others packs the last mile, and then a mandatory rationing of the remaining toilet paper.

There is a lot more to talk about when it comes to Darryl, (The winter sledding, the ice skating on the pond, the random fun in the snow (this is a couch we built) but we'll stop here.

So expound on the oh so many other stories about Darryl on this...Darryl Friday

Posted by itzjerm at August 6, 2004 06:32 AM