What the fuck?!?!

OK, I've gotta share some of mine now. This was in Cali, and you must use your odometer:

Go almost 2 miles and look for the Y, between 1.5 and 2 miles. It's not really a Y, it's a road to the right. There's no name, so take that. Stay to the right, except for the really obvious left-you won't miss it, it's very obvious you should take that left. Don't take any dead-end roads, they're all labeled with signs, just stay on the main road for 6 miles, and you'll run right into the party. If you get confused, look for the ribbons we hung in the trees to mark the way.

Here's the real directions, discovered about 4 hours later:
Go 2.5 miles to the Y in the road. Take a right onto *insert NAMED ROAD here*, where there are ribbons tied to the signpost. Go 6 miles down the road, stay on the main road, don't turn at all. After 6 miles, take the next right onto a dead end road. You'll run right into the party. There are ribbons tied in the trees to mark the way.

The ribbons hung in trees would have been a brilliant idea if the Forest Service didn't think of it first.

No, they're called either Plushies or Furries (either is accecptable). They both frighten and fascinate me. Why would anyone get aroused by the sight of their partner in a giant chipmunk head?