After the the first night, the partying, and some nasty food I ate, I laid down in my tent as I didn't feel so hot.

One word about the guys camping next to me.  I had just met them on our ride up (friends of friends of friends), and they seemed like nice guys. Although I am not sure why, they seemed to be a little down and not having a good time. I was jovial with them as I am with everybody.

If you recall, I laid down in my tent as I ate some bad food and was not feeling so good. I woke up at about 4:30 in the am with the worst stomach cramp I have ever had. It felt like someone had driven a knife in me. There was only one thing to do and time was of the essence. As I spied the tops of the Porta Potties about a mile away, I then realized I was in a dire situation. My only hope.... The previously guys mentioned earlier.

My plan was to duck behind their rather large tent out of view, dig a quick hole, and let 'er rip. Everything went Ok except for the fact that more force was accounted for and I sprayed the side of their tent. Not knowing what to do, I wiped, and then dumped ice and water from the cooler slowly down the side of their tent to wash what I could away. I was still all sick so I crawled back into my tent and would explain my self in the morning.

When I awoke they were gone, everything packed up and gone, with 3 sets left! I asked my buddy what happened, and he replied that they weren't having a good time to start with, and then last night someone shit on their tent. I was glad they didn't know it was me, but I felt so awful contributing to their bad time, and, breaking the straw to send them packing.

It was an accident and there was no ill will involved. To his day, when camping with my friends, they set their tents up a good distance away. I guess I deserve it.

If the guys who's tent I shit on reads this, well, then, sorry about that.