I'll be contributing arms and ammo and instruction to any shooting events that take place. (I'll let others bring targets. UN flags and blue helmets are always appropriate.)
We'll be spending our 10 (or so) days in-state doing a lot of town reconnaissance, but we'll try to work in the organized activities, too. We want to make a hike or two, and a drive up Mount Washington. We want to finally meet the friends we already know, and those we don't yet know.
Most of all, we want to breathe deeply of Freedom, and we figure it smells best in the fresh air of the White Mountains.
The aforementioned "fresh air" hanging heavy with beer, barbecue, and gunpowder (as well as the occasional illicit substance), would only enhance the scent of Liberty. The whiff of freshly-printed Bureacrash shirts will just be lagniappe.
As for the morning icechest... I'm an old pro. One of my Theta Chi brothers (Eta Sigma chapter) had the gall to point out that this year marks the 25th annual "Richland Rampage"; this makes me feel very old, since I was present at the very first Rampage. Since our chapter is no longer active, Richland is an alumni campout/party/reliving-our-youth event. (Or, as my wife says, 40 middle aged guys staying drunk and burning meat for a week. As if the distinction matters. Whatever.)
Having decades of experience (even if it's just a few days at a time), I have to admit the wisdom of the 24/24 rule: "24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not!" If I'm camping out with my brothers, no cares, no worries, then having a bloody mary with a big breakfast, then popping my first top by 10 a.m., is perfectly reasonable.
Maybe I need to teach PatK some lessons.

Kevin