Who said that camping was boring? There was a sumemr that I really remember. I went in a camping trip, organized by my old school, and we went to The Manzano. Anyway, that day I decided to not get wet, I mean, not go and take a swim in the river, which were right next to the camping area. So, in order to get there, we actually have to make it trought the river, and when I was half way, I sliped over a stone that was there, and a fell, and my shoes went down the river. It was the shoe-less weekend of my life.