The Gorge run was a hoot. A little bit of everything: hot weather, nice people, silly people, good food, great music, pretty scenes, and the quest for the clean Honey Bucket. The show it self was quite good. I personally feel the set list wasn't quite as strong as the Shorline show, but still some real gems in there.
The photos below help document the trip:
Unlike like Shoreline, where there were only a handful of air-cooleds out, this run had a plethora. We caught up some nice rigs on the first hill. Talk about small world, the orange double-cab lives just down the street from me and Paul!
Once we found a spot, we hoisted the colors. You wouldn't believe how many people thanked us for the landmark. It helped them find their way back to their own sites.
Dona strumming the kind tunes on her new axe:
Heading into the show...somewhere....
The Allman brothers simply kicked butt. The Doobies were good too, but one could argue the Allmans stole the show. Warren Haynes and Derek Trucks ripping it up at the same time? Unreal.
The Crew for the second run: Dona, Paul, Mike, Me, unwashed masses in the background.
Sure is predy out here. :-)
The Core 4 with that Warren guy again. Can't imagine what his fingertips feel like.
Phil with his new bass. He was simply outstanding. Keep the bass Phil!
Ready for the home run.
Well, it wouldn't have been an air-cooled trip without one break-down. This nice splitty stopped to help, but by then we had a handle on it. Thanks to Paul's superior diagnostic skills, we narrowed the problem down to the coil/distributor. My fault really. I knew oil was blowing past the o-ring on the distributor, but didn't carry that to the logical next step of "fix it moron before you ruin your distributor"- so it overheated. Fortunately, I had a spare with me, and after a reasonable delay, we were back at it without a mishap.
Stopped by Stonehenge, you know, because it looks like Stonehenge.
Ahhh Belle. Well done old girl!
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