August Eve on The Middle Fork
Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 8:43 am
Last night was the annual August Eve celebration at Boundary Creek. This morning the bodies of hungover raft guides sleeping in the dirt litter the Boundary Creek campground.
Massive quantities of substances were undoubtedly abused (mostly of the canned consumable variety), impromptu golf games broke out well after dark, the side of a beer truck serving as the substitute for a green. There were Elvis sightings, the yellowjackets at Funston starting getting nervous, and super girl and thong man may have put in an appearance.
For those of you who were unaware, August Eve marks the beginning of deadhead season on the Middle Fork.
ARG salutes everyone who ever picked up a paycheck for driving a raft (the RBF salutes anyone who ever stood around, watched, drank beer, and talked about picking up a paycheck for doing anything (mumble mumble scratch)).
Massive quantities of substances were undoubtedly abused (mostly of the canned consumable variety), impromptu golf games broke out well after dark, the side of a beer truck serving as the substitute for a green. There were Elvis sightings, the yellowjackets at Funston starting getting nervous, and super girl and thong man may have put in an appearance.
For those of you who were unaware, August Eve marks the beginning of deadhead season on the Middle Fork.
ARG salutes everyone who ever picked up a paycheck for driving a raft (the RBF salutes anyone who ever stood around, watched, drank beer, and talked about picking up a paycheck for doing anything (mumble mumble scratch)).