Goodes, Tony Chevalier, Wilsons (and non-riding Hammans) in attendance. Possibly the Walls. The weather tended to run threatening, stormy, very rainy. Tim and Eileen had their new camper, so except for the first night when they forgot to close a window in a lashing rain and got the bed soaked, they were in good shape. Tony slept in a tent. He survived. That’s about all he can say.
One night we all had dinner down the road at Sullivans.
This gallery, which can be seen here, shows a hike up Brady’s Bluff, the highest point in the park. This is followed by an old car show in Winona, and a very strange boat race taking place that same day, consisting of tiny hydrofoil boats powered by Italian two stroke motors. I am not making this up. These motors were so loud, you’d run to get away. Worse than a chain saw at full bore duct taped to your head.
( There are no shots of bike rides to be seen on this trip.)