Special thanks to Tim for bringing the mondo BBQ grill. It was not a problem squeezing my gardenburgers in amongst all that sizzling HC.
Another thanks to Steve for supplying the libations. For all those suffering from post-stout uberflatulence, take solace in the fact that I got him back at the first belay notch on Skyridge. He couldn't; he couldn't hide.
AlpineK gets a debt of gratitude for all the wood he brought to give us something to stare at in our Busch-induced stupors. Also, thanks Fejas for reminding me again how much I hate Counting Crows. Finally, my liver thanks all you guys who refused to take any of the industrial beer home with you.