A group of us went camping on Palomar Mountain for General Orange Patrol’s 15th birthday. Of course, we brought Nerf guns! We had Christian, David, Jeffrey, Orange Patrol and I, as well as the dads. We started out fighting in the campground, since there were some good rock outcroppings to hide behind. We even did a battle at NIGHT in the campsite, which was awesome since we couldn’t really see the other people, so we had to shoot based on movements that we saw. Some notable events in the campsite battles were: Jeffrey and I getting cornered near a field of poison oak (really bad idea!) and getting shot while avoiding it, David and Mr. Blackburn flushing Jeffery and I out from behind a rock outcropping, but getting shot by Christian and me shooting Orange Patrol on a blind shot during the night game.
Unfortunately, the camp host was not too happy about us playing Nerf in the campground. She told us that it was against California State Park rules to use toy guns, since they could be mistaken as real guns. But, she said, we could go to a school just outside the campground and do our Nerf battles there. In some ways, the school campus was a much better place to have the battles since we could be as loud as we wanted and that there were lots of places to hide. We mostly played a game where two “snipers” would go off and hide and the rest of us would try to find them and shoot them. Orange Patrol and my Dad hid inside a very large tree with low branches. I shot Orange Patrol, but he shot me at the same time, so we were both dead. Mr. Faelin was engaging my Dad from the front, and Jeffrey shot my Dad from behind. Another time, Mr. Faelin and I ran up the mountain a short ways and were not found for about 30+ minutes before we decided to come down and engage the others, since they never found our hiding spot (yeah, we both got shot).
All in all, this was one super fun Nerf battle and camping trip!
Update by General Orange Patrol:
Later, when everyone left but Jeffery and me, the Camp Host’s husband came over to where we were playing at the school and told us we couldn’t play anywhere in the State Park system. So much for what his wife told us!
Apparently, a matinence guy wrote down our South Dakota licence plate number and told the camp host’s husband that, “These here South Dakota people just think they can go through gates and waltz onto the school property.”