2007 Was An Off Year

There was only 11 of us in '07 and two bailed early. The rest of us ended up pulling out on Sunday night, instead of early Monday morning. Tim had a football injury and couldn't come up. Something about a bleeding kidney and possiable broken back that he just couldn't seem to walk off. Low head count for Labor-Day Weekend. May have been the smallest crowd to date.



However we had a blast! This was the year of the Mule.



Ronny had carted up this beast called a Mule. The
kids used it for hauling
wood down from the mountain and it worked
awesome. We had plenty of fire wood. Turned out that
Mule could go pretty much anywhere the driver had the
courage to steer it.
Ronnie and Pete took it straight up the mountain and I mean straight up...
As in vertical..! Almost flipped it back-ass-ward down the mountain.

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We had some video footage but it seems to have gotten lost. I had it on the laptop at one point and had to delete it to make room for some family wedding video and it never made it back on. It's among the missing at this point. If it ever turns up, I'll post it. We didn't have too many pictures either so that was kind'a lame.














We were out in the truck getting supplies of some kind and saw a huge group of muddy people and revelers down the road a few miles. There were tons of people and campers a ways off the road, all along the river bank, and into the woods.

So... later that night Ronnie and Sean got very ingenious and came up with a way to hook one of the trailers to the back of the Mule. Load it up!! Tossed on a cooler so we didn't go in empty handed and some chairs. I was in a rocking chair, ( being the elder statesman and all ) and it was one of the coolest rides I've been on in Maine. Cruising down the rood in the middle of the night, sitting on a rocking chair, on the back of a trailer being pulled by a Mule, foot up on a cooler, looking up at a bazillion stars. Dangerous? Probably. Irresponsible? Maybe. Cool? Absolutely..!
Oh yeah, it was so cool.



We cruised into that camp and right into a traffic jam at the river crossing. Couple of drunks arguing about who's backing up. We got directions from a couple of people by the river. "Just go straight all the way back until 'ya can't go no mo!" But when we got there one guy had an attitude about us being there. "This must not be the place", is all Peter said and we turned around and cruised back to Camp. Great ride.







The Bunk Room





























We were going out riding and there were two groups. The really fast guys were going "up and over" or something and Pete was taking the younger guys out. They split up and I was in the back of the pack and took a spill. Got right up but I was loosing ground quick. I was separated from both groups and they both thought I was with the other. Kept going for a while, but I wasn't catching up and I realized there was nobody stopping to wait. I was lost. Turned around and started back, taking what looked like the familiar trail. Then it didn't look so familiar. Turned back and got to a fork...
Killed the engine. No sound. I was seriously lost.
Got off the bike and picking up a heavy stick, wrote my name in the dirt and drew an arrow toward the path I was going down. Rode for a while and stopped again. Listening for dirt bikes, whistling as load as I could... nothing. Wrote my name and an arrow in the dirt again.







Finally at the next fork, I had been listening for a couple of minutes and I heard bikes! It was Pete and the gang.
I was found!
They were all hanging out, looking down at part of the area The Camp is in. Pete asked which way I was going to go next and I pointed.
We went the other direction when we left.
Damn, I had been lost but good.
I gott'a get a satellite GPS system...

That clearring over their sholder (above) is where Seanny-T fires off his rockets.