Guess I will just keep this rolling,
Jim and Ron and I were getting ready to do Flying Dutchman, when that old sound of falling rocks made us duck and cover. Not really anywhere to go we just got lucky the trundle effort did hit any of us as it came down right above us. It was mid week and off season so it was weird feeling. I thought they might do it a gain, so I suggested we move down the cliff. We went down to Free-for-some and got set up again only to have another even bigger volley head down towards us. I was so pissed I dropped every thing and ran towards the parking lot to try to find the bastards and f them up. I was salivating when I found only one other car there. It had a time card from the Camas bakery. I took note of the address, and boogied up the trail. They must have been on to us with our screaming and they split down the Beaver Pond trail with me in hot pursuit. I sent Jim up the Beacon Trail just to be sure. They must have bushwacked to the highway and ran back to their car. that cleverness saved their butts.. I still buzzed the now closed bakery looking for blood.