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A REASONABLY ACCURATE
RECOUNTING OF THE UNUSUAL EVENTS WHICH OCCURRED IN
THE VICINITY OF 45.40981 N, 91.77302 W DURING
THE APPROXIMATE INTERVAL OF
FRIDAY JUNE 5 TO 10:00
A.M. CDST TO 9:00 A.M. CDST SUNDAY JUNE
7
DURING WHICH TIME IT IS NOTABLE THAT NO DOGS BARKED
IN THE NIGHT
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A COMPLETE REPORT, WITH COLORED PICTURES, OF
THE 6TH FIRST ANNUAL SKUNKS IN DA WOODS RALLY,
TYPHOON WATCH AND BEAR-SCARE-A-THON
Prelude: On June 4th
things were looking somewhat poorly for the Rally
and and an old and retiring SKUNK contributed to the
general pessimism by reporting only a 40% chance of
"precipitation" ---
Gee, been awful quiet here since this
announcement... Has the meager
40% possibility of precipitation scared everyone
off? Or has everyone
already taken off for the rally to get ahead of the
oncoming blizzard
that may make chains necessary to get up the
St.Croix hill? Or has
the slow start to this years hurricane season got
everyone depressed
in their garage, commiserating with old motorcycles
or semblance
thereof, and afraid to go near the computer?
see you in Cameron tomorrow, regardless of the
weather-
Diana
Such a
depressing outlook may have persuaded those of
little faith to stay home, however the "True Keepers
of the Tub" kept the
faith, certain that the probability of precipitation
would rise to the usual 112 3/8 %;
which it did on Saturday, justifying our
faith in our founder.
The Beginning: Up early
Friday morning, on the way north passed 3 rigs at
the Wheel Her Inn, where Sidecarmike and his 3 house
guests of the previous evening were breakfasting.
Arrives at a (locked) gate shortly before
10 only to find the Grande Phewe hisself and 3
others locked out. About a half an hour later a
truck appeared, unlocked the "Exit" gate and we
drove in the out, following a garbage truck. Some
how a fitting and auspicious beginning of the Rally.
Set up camp and
rigs began arriving: the Canadian contingent, the
Anamosa veterans, past rally participants, new ones,
Guzzies, Hondas, Urals, even a Virago (but not mine
given the recent history - I came on the Ural).
Around 5
O'clock, or so, a dinner ride was somehow organized,
by Uptown after Kevin repeatedly refused to take
responsibility for anything. Most paraded somewhere
and ate something, I stayed in camp, forever dieting
(if it taste good, spit it out), and being unable to
hear out of the left ear find myself nodding a lot
at noisy restaurant tables, at times agreeing to
things I regret not having heard more accurately.
Friday Evening:
The SKUNK Clan
gathered around the campfire,
hot dogs were blackened, marshmallows dropped and song were not sung as wood was piled
on,
in hopes of gaining the attention of the ethereal
rain creatures playing tag on the horizon.
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