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Driving
to Bozo is a great experience. It beats the annual Ho Down
slog as the highways are infinitely better than the Canadian
equivalent only a couple hundred miles north. It's about 18
hours, and if you leave Thursday evening you get to experience
the sun rise somewhere before the rolling plains meet the
mountains, or perhaps in the badlands and painted canyon section
of Montana. The scenery becomes more engaging as the sleep
deprivation causes consciousness to slip; everything seems
a bit surreal as you enter the Big Sky country, and drive
the last 60 miles over the pass and on to Bozeman.
The
tourney itself is impressive, some pretty good teams make
their way to this upscale mountain town. The local Trigger
Hippy squad took down all comers, knocking off a still drunk
CHAOS squad and then Missoula before the finals. Sol from
Salt Lake knocked off a Colorado squad, maybe, and then a
very heavily imbibing Hee Haw, on the way to their loss to
Hippy in a close final.
The
Saturday party, however, is stellar. Out in the hills on a
private farm, a massive barn has been converted to a dance
barn (?), which this year came complete with a rock-a-billy
band. Dinner is catered, kegs are cracked, dancing and merriment
abound. The party win was hotly contested for. Oetter and
AK were going head to head until well into the next afternoon,
when they both started their ventures home. Rumor has it that
Oetter had a cat nap at 9 AM so he may have forfeit. Other
notable events: candy necklaces, an early morning dog attack,
a sunrise 5 mile running race which included a barb wire fence
incident and an injurious slide into home plate; I think there
was a strip Cups match going on, a painting was nearly absconded
from the bar Friday night, Joe from Colorado's hair, and of
course, something about Stu's mom...
On
to the excuse section: this was the tourney where my old AF
camera body finally died. After the Saturday night festivities,
I was in poor shape to use my manual FM2, and so the photos
are limited.
- GWAC |
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