Day 11: Battle Mountain NV

I normally clear off on the Sunday morning but having no pressing need to be anywhere else extended my stay for another day to help with the loadout¹.  A fair bit of this got done last night by worthies such as John Jackson and Battle Mountain Mike Engel but there was still much to do this morning.  Your Unit went out with Al, David Van Erd and Robert from the local feed store plus his three sturdy sons and got 120 straw bales off the ground and onto the trailer without dropping them on our own feet or each other's heads.  Which could have been a disaster as it's Al's 65th birthday today.  Fortunately they did not get rained on during the week as this makes them officially Bastard Heavy.  Back to the Super 8 for a while fiddling with yesterday's photos before returning to the Civic Center to clear unsold posters, magazines, T-Shaped shirts, 2-D Mikey,, TPsOC² etc into boxes, then lunch, then more packing and removal of said Stuffs into the storage unit across the road.  And then ice cream, which someone - possibly Team Policumbent - had left in the freezer in the Civic Center kitchen.  Big ups to Niklas, Weibke, Joyce, Adam, David, Ellen and Hans for sticking around and moving Heavy Things.  Most everything is clear now so we can push off with a collective clear conscience tomorrow.

Weather.  Sunday.  Nevada.

Fortunately when the Weather happened later in the afternoon we were all safely back where we belong i.e. indoors.  Heavy but brief shower and power cuts, the number and duration of which varied according to your room number.  I had two.  Yum.

Nothing else to add today save to express the hope that:

• there actually is an event next year, and
• I can get here

on account of the reports of many more competitors already preparing their machinery.  Crosses thumbs, presses fingers.

1. Rock'n'Roll-speak.  Blame the terrible influence of rock'n'roll's Sonny Flint Drummer and his wife 😈.
2. Teetering Piles of Crap.