Hmmm. My hands were not taped, as I vaguely recall, but it didn't make any difference, as I recall. One of the crew woke up in a sleeping bag, with burn holes, in the ashes of the fire ring. Another woke up inside a completely collapsed tent. I can't recall where I woke up, but it was not in my tent, and maybe not in my sleeping bag. Apparently, we went through a hell of a lot of firewood. Someone made an audio recording of the proceedings at one point, and you could hear the roaring fire in the background, as well as some really interesting philosophical blather - what little was intelligible through the drunken slurring. I'd pay good money for that tape now, but it has disappeared into the drunken mists of time.
Been over fifty years since I did that shit, still not long enough.
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