tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382259.post4853376349075965840..comments2024-01-20T05:01:49.819-07:00Comments on Agora: Road TrippingLysishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669231502705943487noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382259.post-56083347436447871122013-02-23T04:21:43.012-07:002013-02-23T04:21:43.012-07:00great post, very informative. I'm wondering wh...great post, very informative. I'm wondering why the opposite experts of this sector do not realize this. You should proceed your writing. I'm sure, you have a huge readers' base already!<br /><br />Also visit my blog post ... <a href="http://www.myfuzzbook.com/profile-20286/info/" rel="nofollow">see this great post</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382259.post-13598975727371645022009-08-10T11:59:28.031-06:002009-08-10T11:59:28.031-06:00I have many fond memories of those road trips, inc...I have many fond memories of those road trips, including swimming at Fire Hole, doing Father Abraham at Old Faithful, playing piano at the Pink Garter in Jackson, and even an occasional trip to the dump near Ashton.<br /><br />One of my favorite memories is when our trip back to Camp from the Wyoming side was blocked in a narrow spot by three drunk cowboys arm wrestling on the hood of their truck. They said they'd move if one of us could beat one of them. Lafe Stapley, who was short but pretty darn tough agreed to an arm wrestle. He had a ruddy complexion and looked more like a Scout than a staffer.<br /><br />I can still remember the look on that cowboy's face as Lafe pushed his arm down to the hood of the truck. They kept their agreement and moved their truck so that we could continue in the van. You then commented that Lafe had probably caused permanent damage to that guy's ego.Scott Hinrichshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11831447472339880148noreply@blogger.com