In spite of a little rain, standing water in all the tents, flood conditions in the campground, dripping trees, and unseasonable cold, it was a *BLAST*!

No foolin'. In addition to the attendees who showed up Thursday, Friday and Saturday brought in Randy and Sandra Scurr, Slowhand and Lucky from Orygone, Dirty Harry and SO Brenda popped in from Vancouver, B.C., eh, and AH#36 Barry L. Van Hook and SO Andrea also showed up in a cage with da MadMan's wife Candace.

There were pantomimes around the campfire (do these pants make my ass look big? Full and very funny story at http://www.hawglydavidson.com/ under Stories from the Bar - "Dealing with Discrimination"), stories and lies swapped, heated arguments over whose tent had the most standing water, etc. Lucky and Slowhand brought plenty of hootch as did the Heekster, racoons or mice got the best of the big stash of jerked beef Slowhand brought, and Ranger Rick and Snarl were bonding like lost brothers - mostly the conversation involved the camp jukebox and how it was possible to hear it 50 feet away despite the torrential downpour, thunder, and such. It seems there is a tradition in B.C. that if you ride pillion for 8 hours in a downpour, you and the rider in front get married. Anyway, I'll let Dirty Harry explain that part.

By noon Saturday even the most hardened slugs had to admit it was time to pack it in and so we all started to pump the tents dry and put away the stuff. MaGGie and Snarl each got a genuine hand-made tooberdoo (local derivitive of the aboriginal diggeridoo instrument).

Highlight of the event: Seeing all these great folks again and meeting new folks for the first time, rain or not, and breakfast in Black Diamond Saturday morning.

Lowlight: couldn't even see the mountain let alone ride around it. Next year!!

dp -- BS#3