I grew up in the desert. Keggers were at the end of long, winding dirt roads. All party spots had names. The amount of alcohol present was generally in direct proportion to the distance driven from pavement. Seemed to run about 2 cases per mile, rough approximation - one could expect to find roughly 5 cases (plus BYOB) at Pumice Mines, 2 1/2 miles from where the pavement ends.

The location for the senior campout, as pioneered by my graduating class, was called "BFE." BFE was an hour and a half into the mountains by pavement followed by approximately 45 minutes via dirt clear across two jurisdictions. It was literally in deep enough that if you left the party drunk you'd be sober by the time you hit tarmac.

Unfortunately the class after mine had no senior campout. The organizers, irritated by the amount of time necessary to get to BFE, decided to speed across a Reservation with 40 cases and 5 kegs in the back of a van. There was even a picture of the bust with a hilariously understated caption in the yearbook.

ONE LAW AT A TIME KIDS