YHC arrived early in the stadium-like atmosphere of PAINinsula, but not early enough to out-early a certain young Greyhound, who was patiently waiting in the warm gloom, intrigued perhaps by the previously-tweeted “rock”-centered beatdown. Greyhound inquired as to the nature of the planned PAINinsula petra proceedings, and was told to prepare to launch on what would be an historic event.
Sudz arrived in his sweet black Sudz-mobile and immediately wallowed on the ground to properly prepare his back.
Airstream, Road Kill, No Rope and Moby Dick arrived in short order.
Hollywood showed up… overdressed as expected.
Cousin Eddie rolled in uncharacteristically late, mumbling something about taking his own advice.
Lone Star rolled in characteristically late.
And thus the band of merry men was 10 strong as we sallied out into some sweet gloom.
45 minutes later we had visited …. not one… not two… not three…. but FOUR… count’em FOUR rock piles!
And so it is thus…
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today who lifted rocks with me shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition. Gentlemen in Isotope, now abed shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks that rocked with us upon PAINinsula’s Day.
It felt like Captain Dick Winters guiding us threw the hedgerows of Normandy as Gnarly Goat traversed the Paininsula rock fields.
Airstream, it was indeed a campaign… over hill, over dale, over park, over pale.
Glad to be part of Paininsula ‘rock’ breaking history. And appreciate the young comment 👍
That day shall forever be called the feast of Rocks:
He that outlives that day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Rocks.
And alas, I resembled the overdressed remark!