Only Remembered

Nah, Sandy, never - at least not in my heart. The first year I went I'd borrowed one of those huge boy scout tents. Some of my Niskayuna High School classmates asked if they could swap me a small pup tent for this huge tent so "the guys" could hang out together. The first night I was there, I went to sleep in the wee hours listening to David Bromberg and the rain. The next morning, I was snug and dry, but the guys who borrowed "my" tent woke up in several inches of water.

Georgeward, does Vaughn remember the yogurt we made from elderly pears?

Ali Bain and Utah Phillips seemed to have a running battle of wits - fun to listen to them insult each other. Waking up to the sound of a hot air ballon filling. Bagpipes every morning, but they got progressively later each day. Perhaps the first truly evil thing I ever did was suggesting that the bunch of drunks standing around with nothing to do after pulling out someone's tent stakes (perhaps the Beans?) should march through the campground imitating bagpipes playing Scotland the Brave.