Yeah, it’s too much for just one post, so I split it. Anyway, back to our story. As you recall, I’d eaten a lunch that had some dubious looking lettuce on it, but food is food….right?
Things were fine at this point, as Wade showed us the proper technique.
Everyone took the advice to heart, and a mad session ensued.
Pic o’ the day….
Somewhere around here I was siezed by some chills, and felt the urge to barf, which I manfully (stupidly?) repressed.
OK, no pics for a bit. I was definitely poisoned. Somehow, I manged to throw up FIVE times, and interstingly only the lettuce came out. So now Ihave to live with the fact the Tippie out climbed me. Oh the humiliation…..
Meh…whatever. By Awesome Rock I was feeling a little bit better.
Pics never do this one justice. Arthur is on an 85 degree slope there.
And now the standard scenic shots from the last viewpoint.
Yes Burton, I agree.
Simmons, quit posing.
You too, Brett.
A big ride and a big beer. two great tastes that go great together.
Another one in the books. Not sure about the random psycho who came by and stomped ona bunch of beers, then peeled out giving us the finger, but it added some spice to the day.
Oh, and by the way, Brett doesn’t need to stick his dick in a jar of peanut butter. The end result is already there.
