Set up day gets started just that little bit later, making things seem just a little more civilized. Of course there is the daunting task of erecting the DOG tents, driving tent stakes into the grounds of what was once an active brownstone quarry. The big yellow jack hammer comes in quite handy and cuts down the worries by about 40%. Of course we still have to get the stakes out again (still 60% worried)….hmmm. As we arrived on site at the quarry, we were greeted with traditional Brownstone humor; your name bellowed “Ralph Kramden” style from afar, where we replied in kind. “FRANK…BACK THE TRUCK IN WHERE?....ROGER THAT!” With all of the able help from the staff, and the fact that we’d been able to turn and wax all the suit zippers at the Vermont demo, we were done in record time. I know Susan was really looking forward to turning and waxing 114 suits, but that’ll have to wait for the Manatee Springs event. Sorry. Big thanks to Frank H., Frank, Rose and Ryan for all their hard work. New lesson for the day: in Portland, a “grinder” is a sandwich that could easily feed a small family of 4. Lunch under a cloudless sky at the waters’ edge was delightful, bountiful (to be sure), and a learning experience. All that remained now was the usual trip to the local Super Walmart to relieve them of enough BBQ type food to feed 200 of our closest CT dive buddies. Sadly, no matter how well prepared for the drive around town, I still managed to get lost on the way home. I may have to invest in a GPS…the cost savings in gas alone are sure to cover the expense very easily.  |
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