the Fall meeting. Those of you not attending really missed it. Or
maybe you were there
incognito. A preliminary survey of the
site and the weather report dictated that we abort putting up our
megatent and move into the horse barn. Things got rolling Friday
night with a call from Washington announcing the signing of the
Grand Canyon Protection Act. What a way to start! We partied hard
with Hopefully-Not-Leaving- But-Maybe-Hard-To-Say-Workman and turned
the music up way too loud. We were well on our way, (well fed, well
fortified, well well), when the rains came. Not the greatest camping
weather but we all prevailed and resurfaced the next morning for
some discussions about a variety of topics including updates about
1st aid, the new Navajo Bridge, the Michael Jacobs Award, Bat Towers,
over-regulation, science, the future the Glen Canyon Environmental
Studies and so on. Roger Clark and Jim Ruch of the Grand Canyon
Trust stopped by and spoke about air traffic: where its going,
what to do, who to write and such.
Karen and Lanie from NAU Special Collections set up
another Kolb photo identification session as we broke for lunch.
After sandwiches, Buster Quist provided a lively and
insightful talk about health insurance, personal finance and the
inevitability of utter financial disaster in these United States.
A good reality check.
Then on to the shitty situation for 93. Some
war stories from those who have already experimented under the new
fecal guidelines, hands on with two of the new potties. With the
crap finally behind us, we (washed our hands and) prepared for dinner
and Halloween dementia.
Bill Gloekler and his git down band fired up, with
guest performances by several of the boatfolk, and the strange costumed
creatures began to crawl from the woodwork: calculators, monsters,
m&ms and a giant green chili; a chain sawed logger, a
ski-skewered ski repairman, and innumerable masked marauders; a
six or seven person Lava Falls, complete with Vulcans Anvil, the
bubble line, the ledge hole, the v-wave, the black rock, (with wrecked
dory), and the tail waves. And then there was Lady Godiva
somewhere along the way, Godiva must have gotten into the steroid
bottle, because when (s)he did that wild strip tease there was an
uncanny resemblance to Bob Gruses evil twin sister.
Sunday morning brought frozen solid water buckets,
a lot of coffee and aspirin, and a slow up-picking of detritus,
including many pieces of the exploded v-wave, scattered about by
those wreaking revenge for past wrongdoings.
Thanks to all who attended, the ground troops who made
it work, and especially to the Schniewind clan for having us all.
See you in the spring!