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On 6/7/07, Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... snip Brings tears to my eyes, Cotty. And, it's all the more incentive for me to make certain that I go next year... Great stuff! cheers, frank -- Sharpness is a bourgeois concept. -Henri Cartier-Bresson -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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On 11/6/07, frank theriault, discombobulated, unleashed: Brings tears to my eyes, Cotty. I aim for comedy ;-) And, it's all the more incentive for me to make certain that I go next year... Great stuff! Thanks mate. There's a little voice in my ear saying 'go again, go again!!' I'll work on it -- Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=|http://www.cottysnaps.com _ -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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graywolf wrote: Guy was lucky the truck was not on its way to California, wasn't he? Make sure you're fully accessorized: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6732003.stm Bob From what I hear, he's luckier that it wasn't Bill Robb's truck on his way back to Regina. -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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Cotty, Nice report and great pix! It was really good to see you and meet Brian, who seemed to fit right into things. Maybe next time we should rent a camper with a little more space, though--I'm =sure= you'd enjoy driving it: http://www.motorhomesusa.com/home.htm Rick --- Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered that we basically were carrying on where we had left off all those years ago. To be doing this at GFM was simply the icing on the cake. Great to see you guy, and now we'll keep the interim down to years, not decades!
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I suggested he get one of these next time: http://www.blue-bird.com/products/coach/450lxi.php -- graywolf http://www.graywolfphoto.com http://webpages.charter.net/graywolf Idiot Proof == Expert Proof --- Rick Womer wrote: Cotty, Nice report and great pix! It was really good to see you and meet Brian, who seemed to fit right into things. Maybe next time we should rent a camper with a little more space, though--I'm =sure= you'd enjoy driving it: http://www.motorhomesusa.com/home.htm Rick --- Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a
Re: GFM - Report and pics
On 8/6/07, Rick Womer, discombobulated, unleashed: Maybe next time we should rent a camper with a little more space, though--I'm =sure= you'd enjoy driving it: http://www.motorhomesusa.com/home.htm Holy mackerel! Hey if you're funding it, we'll go for it :-)) I'd want a hot tub of course -- Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=|http://www.cottysnaps.com _ -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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Cotty wrote: On 8/6/07, Rick Womer, discombobulated, unleashed: Maybe next time we should rent a camper with a little more space, though--I'm =sure= you'd enjoy driving it: http://www.motorhomesusa.com/home.htm Holy mackerel! Hey if you're funding it, we'll go for it :-)) I'd want a hot tub of course I recall an episode of The Simpsons in which Homer decided he wanted to buy a motorhome and had his eyes on a model called the Land Behemoth, which featured a swimming pool with diving board, among other amenities :) -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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On 8/6/07, graywolf, discombobulated, unleashed: I suggested he get one of these next time: http://www.blue-bird.com/products/coach/450lxi.php Jumping Jupiter! Prolly more like this tho: http://www.kabriolett.com/stvw/lf/54bus.jpg -- Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=|http://www.cottysnaps.com _ -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Cotty Sent: 08 June 2007 19:27 To: pentax list Subject: Re: GFM - Report and pics On 8/6/07, graywolf, discombobulated, unleashed: I suggested he get one of these next time: http://www.blue-bird.com/products/coach/450lxi.php Jumping Jupiter! Prolly more like this tho: http://www.kabriolett.com/stvw/lf/54bus.jpg -- Make sure you're fully accessorized: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6732003.stm Bob -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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Guy was lucky the truck was not on its way to California, wasn't he? -- graywolf http://www.graywolfphoto.com http://webpages.charter.net/graywolf Idiot Proof == Expert Proof --- Bob W wrote: From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Cotty Sent: 08 June 2007 19:27 To: pentax list Subject: Re: GFM - Report and pics On 8/6/07, graywolf, discombobulated, unleashed: I suggested he get one of these next time: http://www.blue-bird.com/products/coach/450lxi.php Jumping Jupiter! Prolly more like this tho: http://www.kabriolett.com/stvw/lf/54bus.jpg -- Make sure you're fully accessorized: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6732003.stm Bob -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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On 6/7/07, Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... My son wants to come along, and that would be fine, as he's 13, and so am I :-) Sorry! Pictures! http://homepage.mac.com/cottycam/PhotoAlbum6.html Dave Brooks shoots invisible camera. I don't want to commit my self to a brand until i know who is buying Pentax, Hoya, Ford Prefect, Chrysler, or General Mills Capt Crunch. Dave -- Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=|http://www.cottysnaps.com _ -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net -- Equine Photography www.caughtinmotion.com http://brooksinthecountry.blogspot.com/ Ontario Canada -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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Nice pics and report. Thanks for sharing them. Paul -- Original message -- From: Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered that we basically were carrying on where we had left off all those years ago. To be doing this at GFM was simply the icing on the cake. Great to see you guy, and now we'll keep the interim down to years, not decades! Saturday saw us hiking up GFM, huffing and puffing in Mark's dust as he rocketed up the mountain with a respectable crowd in tow. Kudos to Cory for keeping up with the Mountain Goat On Crack. Cory later kissed the car park tarmac on
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GRIN! -- graywolf http://www.graywolfphoto.com http://webpages.charter.net/graywolf Idiot Proof == Expert Proof --- Cotty wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered that we basically were carrying on where we had left off all those years ago. To be doing this at GFM was simply the icing on the cake. Great to see you guy, and now we'll keep the interim down to years, not decades! Saturday saw us hiking up GFM, huffing and puffing in Mark's dust as he rocketed up the mountain with a respectable crowd in tow. Kudos to Cory for keeping up with the Mountain Goat On Crack. Cory later kissed
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Nice collection of shots both scenic and people. Kinda plasticky though. ;-) Tom C. Sorry! Pictures! http://homepage.mac.com/cottycam/PhotoAlbum6.html -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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Great story and great pix, Cotty. Thanks. -Brendan --- Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered that we basically were carrying on where we had left off all those years ago. To be doing this at GFM was simply the icing on the cake. Great to see you guy, and now we'll keep the interim down to years, not decades! Saturday saw us hiking up GFM, huffing and puffing in Mark's dust as he rocketed up the mountain with a respectable crowd in tow. Kudos to Cory for keeping up with the Mountain Goat On Crack. Cory later kissed the car
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In a message dated 6/7/2007 5:02:20 A.M. Pacific Daylight Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Sorry! Pictures! http://homepage.mac.com/cottycam/PhotoAlbum6.html -- Cheers, Cotty == Good report. Nice gallery with some great people shots. Thanks for sharing. Marnie aka Doe :-) - Warning: I am now filtering my email, so you may be censored. ** See what's free at http://www.aol.com. -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
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Much enjoyed your report - pics and text - so I've left it all in this reply as I never delete send messages and I'll be able to read it again later :) bookmarked the pics. It was great to see ya and meet your old school chum I wonder what there is about Ohio - two of my high school buds (one of whom I acted with back in the 50's, too) are both in Cleveland. Go figure. ann Cotty wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered that we basically were carrying on where we had left off all those years ago. To be doing this at GFM was simply the icing on the cake. Great to see you guy, and now we'll keep the interim down to years, not decades! Saturday saw us hiking up GFM, huffing and puffing in
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Enjoyed your ramblings and the photos. Good to meet you also. Kenneth Waller - Original Message - From: Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: GFM - Report and pics After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered that we basically were carrying on where we had left off all those years ago. To be doing this at GFM was simply the icing on the cake. Great to see you guy, and now we'll keep the interim down to years, not decades! Saturday saw us hiking up GFM, huffing and puffing in Mark's dust as he rocketed up the mountain with a respectable crowd in tow. Kudos to Cory for keeping up with the Mountain Goat On Crack. Cory later
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Nice shots. This week's winner of the 12th annual Caption of the Month competition is: Nico Reinbold who likes his birds face down -- Bob -Original Message- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Kenneth Waller Sent: 07 June 2007 20:46 To: Pentax-Discuss Mail List Subject: Re: GFM - Report and pics Enjoyed your ramblings and the photos. Good to meet you also. Kenneth Waller - Original Message - From: Cotty [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: GFM - Report and pics After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8
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Ohio, People you used to like but don't need to see that often anymore. CW - Original Message - From: ann sanfedele [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: Pentax-Discuss Mail List pdml@pdml.net Sent: Thursday, June 07, 2007 1:30 PM Subject: Re: GFM - Report and pics Much enjoyed your report - pics and text - so I've left it all in this reply as I never delete send messages and I'll be able to read it again later :) bookmarked the pics. It was great to see ya and meet your old school chum I wonder what there is about Ohio - two of my high school buds (one of whom I acted with back in the 50's, too) are both in Cleveland. Go figure. ann Cotty wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would have only been 6 hours instead of 8...) and we hadn't met in 28 years. It was quite a moment, and we soon discovered
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cbwaters wrote: Ohio, People you used to like but don't need to see that often anymore. CW Actually, with me it is people I used to like, still do, and can't get see often enough. :) ann - Original Message - From: ann sanfedele [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: Pentax-Discuss Mail List pdml@pdml.net Sent: Thursday, June 07, 2007 1:30 PM Subject: Re: GFM - Report and pics Much enjoyed your report - pics and text - so I've left it all in this reply as I never delete send messages and I'll be able to read it again later :) bookmarked the pics. It was great to see ya and meet your old school chum I wonder what there is about Ohio - two of my high school buds (one of whom I acted with back in the 50's, too) are both in Cleveland. Go figure. ann Cotty wrote: After reading the excellent reports published already, there's not much to add really. So here's a few random thoughts, in chronological order... I really don't like bad turbulence - on a flight. I think I'd rather have bad turbulence of the 'I've eaten too much' kind any day. Fortunately everything went to plan and my trip was otherwise good. Nice to be back in the USA where nobody gives a shit ;-) I learned to drive when I was 15 in California at High School, so I'm not shy of left-hookers. However, piloting a 25 foot camper in the evening rush hour on the Beltway between the 66 and the 270 near DC was akin to having bamboo inserted up the fingernails. Luckily I got that hang of it and was soon cutting up all the mo-fos that had cut me up. The maxim 'give way to larger vehicle' does actually work. I drove to Germantown and met up with Christian. Great to see you again mate. We popped out for dinner to the Dogfish Brewery where loud waiters proclaimed their undying love for our occupancy of their table, repeatedly offered deals and sweeteners, swung by constantly in case there was anything we needed. Hi. I'm Carl and I'll be guiding you on your journey... I'm British. I'm used to being ignored in restaurants. We had beer. Well, it was between 9 and 18 percent and was served in brandy glasses, but they said it was beer. I found a 3.5% called Lawnmower Light and struggled not to ask what was in it. At least I could chug it down to combat temps in the 80s F and high humidity. Cesar, Stehen Moore, and long-time ex-lister Tom Van Veen (tv) joined us and so we sat and laughed at Christian's haircut all evening. I had a good time, thanks guys. Christian and his wife Kerry were perfect hosts for my pre-GFM sojourn, and despite my protests gave up their bed for me. This was above and beyond the call, but I relented and slept like a baby: I kept waking up and was sick everywhere. Christian was amused when I poured sugar on my Weetabix the next morning. Dude - California in the 70s, I keep telling ya! Cesar joined us for coffee and we sat on Christian's back porch where birds of every kind flew in for a nibble, Christian's Darkside 500/4 at the ready. That guy has a good eye for the birds. Cesar thoughtfully brought some ballast for the RV: 12 bags of gear. Why strain with indecision when there's all that room, right mate? After saying ta ta to Christian, we hit the morning rush hour traffic on the Beltway again. I don't think my driving had that bad an effect on Cesar. He was very quiet for the first few minutes, until I realised I was supposed to keep *between* the dashed white lines. 9 hours and several stops later we reached GFM about 6.30pm and met up with the occupants of PDML West (Cory's camper). Thanks for all the help setting up things like shore-lines etc (these campers are so big they have to be moored). Non-lister Bruce Metcalf waltzed over from his RV and insisted I borrow some levelling chocks for the rental RV. This theme of helping out set the tone for the whole weekend and people would simply come up to you and give you things. Being a Brit, I would just go up to people and apologise. This was Thusday, and so folk were slowly making their way up to the mountain. Great to see old friends once again (Cory, Annsan, Nico, Graywolf, Tom Reese, Doug, Mark, Bob, Don, Scott, Charles, Bill and Phyllis - the list is endless), and some new ones (Scott, Dave Brooks, Dave Savage, Mat, Mark Cassino, Ken Waller, and more - the names swarm in my mind). Please forgive me if I have left you out, it must have been the Lawnmower Light. Weather was cool and rainy, with dry spots in between. (Perhaps I should go on 'Mastermind' - specialised subject: Stating the Bleeding Obvious). The scenery is simply breath-taking and nobody who goes there can fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Think then of my anticipation as I awaited the arrival of a very dear friend who I knew at school back in CA in the 1970s. Brian Kavanagh lives near Cincinnati and upon hearing of my trip, had decided to drive down to meet me. He duly turned up in his bright blue VW bug (too long a trip really for his Triumph 900 monster although it would
