Jester2000
05-29-2007, 22:29
Coming in late here on the whole post-Trail days, thing, I know. But I just got home, so I've got an excuse (had internet access at Miss J's, but didn't want to compromise my trip by getting involved in online silliness).
So:
Thank you Damascus. Thank you to the folks who volunteered to get the camping area ready for us. Thank you Local and the rest of the committee for your time and dedication. Thank you to the Damascus police and the law enforcement men from other agencies who once again walked that fine tightrope of protect and serve.
Thanks also to the locals I met for the first time and those who gave me a big hug and a "welcome back." Richard the Can Man -- well met again. I'll always point you in the right direction and help you sort through the mess. Same goes for the guys post-TD with the truck -- I'll do it again, but I'll bring gloves. And just to ruin a reputation -- Lonewolf's a big softie. Tony, you're the man. Literally.
Hey, you know, bad things happen everywhere. The difference is, in Damascus, folks give a crap. Overall, despite the savaging of my tent and one or two other minor bad points, I felt the weekend was a success.
Highlights: the tiger trapping of Jack's tent, the Useless Gear Contest (thanks to all those who participated, watched, and donated!), seeing R3D's daughter Cassy, Blister's slideshow (excellent, but probably would have benefitted from more me), Lion King's movie, Paparazzi's ridiculously early showing of his film, Karaoke at Dot's, togas!, the invasion of Mala's area by Blue Blazers, and roping one or two long lost souls back into ALDHA (you know who you are).
Post TD, I was up on Beauty Spot, down at Miss J's (for a last supper of sorts), a night at Overmountain Shelter, a pilgrimage to 19E road crossing (the birthplace of the Bills. . .), Buck Mountain, Kincora, Damascus again, Dismal Falls, Waynesboro, Harpers Ferry, and then, tragically, home.
Had much fun, camaraderie, and laughs, abused my poor little truck on bad, bad roads; got lost numerous times, got some serious cuddle time in, helped out some folks, wore a silly outfit, hiked, told a few, heard more, got hugs and shed a few tears, and managed to even squeeze in a shower once.
My thanks again to all -- there are plenty of folks desperately hoping to be Cassandra out there, but there's only one Damascus. Okay, that's not strictly true. But you know what I mean.
So:
Thank you Damascus. Thank you to the folks who volunteered to get the camping area ready for us. Thank you Local and the rest of the committee for your time and dedication. Thank you to the Damascus police and the law enforcement men from other agencies who once again walked that fine tightrope of protect and serve.
Thanks also to the locals I met for the first time and those who gave me a big hug and a "welcome back." Richard the Can Man -- well met again. I'll always point you in the right direction and help you sort through the mess. Same goes for the guys post-TD with the truck -- I'll do it again, but I'll bring gloves. And just to ruin a reputation -- Lonewolf's a big softie. Tony, you're the man. Literally.
Hey, you know, bad things happen everywhere. The difference is, in Damascus, folks give a crap. Overall, despite the savaging of my tent and one or two other minor bad points, I felt the weekend was a success.
Highlights: the tiger trapping of Jack's tent, the Useless Gear Contest (thanks to all those who participated, watched, and donated!), seeing R3D's daughter Cassy, Blister's slideshow (excellent, but probably would have benefitted from more me), Lion King's movie, Paparazzi's ridiculously early showing of his film, Karaoke at Dot's, togas!, the invasion of Mala's area by Blue Blazers, and roping one or two long lost souls back into ALDHA (you know who you are).
Post TD, I was up on Beauty Spot, down at Miss J's (for a last supper of sorts), a night at Overmountain Shelter, a pilgrimage to 19E road crossing (the birthplace of the Bills. . .), Buck Mountain, Kincora, Damascus again, Dismal Falls, Waynesboro, Harpers Ferry, and then, tragically, home.
Had much fun, camaraderie, and laughs, abused my poor little truck on bad, bad roads; got lost numerous times, got some serious cuddle time in, helped out some folks, wore a silly outfit, hiked, told a few, heard more, got hugs and shed a few tears, and managed to even squeeze in a shower once.
My thanks again to all -- there are plenty of folks desperately hoping to be Cassandra out there, but there's only one Damascus. Okay, that's not strictly true. But you know what I mean.