
In later years I was at many parties though. Coming back from one with Jennifer's friends in the mid 80s we encountered a motorcycle accident. Two guys on a bike, the driver had dumped the bike, and the passenger's thigh got pulled up between the rear tire and the fender.
(Photo courtesy of Jennifer.)
Somewhere I have pictures of parties up at the Rock House. I remember that I was sporting a pair of white ski sunglasses.
ReplyDeleteI used to confuse it with the rock house that is on the Crest trail. The one we camped near and I shot Jones in the back of the thigh with a pine cone (using his own wrist-rocket slingshot) and he freaked out and went ape-shit and started throwing big-ass boulders around. I was up there about a year and a half-ago and revisited the scene. It seems like it was much more meadowy back then.
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