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There were some people on bikes and quads
jumping the dunes out at Competition Hill that we watched for a while.
Bert even made it out in the stock Chevy. There was an early Bronco
that was sidehilling the hill with a bunch of people standing in the
backseat holding on to the rollbar. Bill and Rafael made it up and
over a few times while most of us were content with going down the
biggest dune face in the area.
After a while, we split up and set out into the dunes. I headed back by
camp and found Bill so he jumped in. Dave's truck was parked and he
was riding with Rafael. We went out to the North of Competition Hill
and made our way towards Table Top when I heard Raf on the CB asking
for assistance. It turns out he broke his rear driveshaft while
jumping. It broke at the common place: the rear slip yoke. The truck
was strapped to mine and we set off down the sand highway, only making
one mistake and narrowly going down a dune face with the two trucks
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Some of us went into town for a
sand-free dinner and a chance to clean up some in a real bathroom. The
weather was great in town, but it was still windy at the beach until 9
or 10 pm. Long before that time, Bill and Dave set to work making use
of the big fire ring Rafael dug. The trailer was more than half full
of wood and we didn't plan on bringing anything home.
Everyone was kicking back and enjoying the lull in the wind. Don was
really enjoying the combination of Capt. Morgan's and Coke. Dave
was decked out in full sweats and was rockin' out. Plenty of the
neighbors were shooting off fireworks and putting on a show. Our
entertainment was gas bombs and writing stuff in the sand. |
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Around 11, people were
starting to doze off so I announced I was going to go check out the action
at Table Top. Apparently it sounded like a good idea because everyone tore
down the wind breaks and began to saddle up. Don was pretty wasted at this
point, so he let McFly drive his truck. I was surprised to see the Bronco
start up, but was glad someone who was sober was at the wheel. Our line of
trucks set out towards Table Top, minus the two white Broncos. Dave and
Raf were both in my backseat for the ride out. A half hour before leaving
the campfire, I was thinking that nothing really memorable has happened on
this trip, compared to ones of previous years. I couldn't have known how
much would change in just a few hours...
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