i spent the weekend on a camping trip from hell. before we even arrived we got stopped for speeding. five minutes after arrival dave snapped his fishing pole in two. three hours after arrival (just long enough to get everything unpacked, set up and dinner in preparation stage) it began to snow. hard. it began to snow hard, and it did not stop. it wasnt actually snow at first, but rather hail. it then turned to snow after about 30 minutes. so then we packed up, and i knew at this point we sould have driven directly to south lake tahoe and commenced drinking. (not gambling, since we were having problems with luck, of course. i would have suggested it otherwise.) Instead we proceed to the nastiest little hotel we could find in beautiful Bridgeport, CA. (dont ever go there, btw.) the next day we decide to get the hell out of there only to find that the pass back through the mountains has closed. at this point we have no idea what the hell to do next, so we decide to go fishing. only, (we soon find out) there is no regular fishing, only ice-fishing. so wtf. we go ice fishing. it was actually fun. i even caught two. dave caught a bunch. things started turning a little better. we stayed there all day. the pass opened up and we quickly scurried to the other side. we found a campsite there and it didnt snow, so it was a definate improvement.