Posted: May 10, 2006 2:27 am |
Edited by: Dad
Well, this was when Derek was running the Malheur Field Station, which is out in Malheur County. Anyway, we liked to go out there and visit him on occasion(he got a little lonely).
So, we had just finished a week-long rafting trip down the... uh, I can't really remember. Coulda been the John Day or the Deschutes... anyway- we'd been rafting about a week, and ran outta booze on the second to last day of the trip.
First thing we did when we pulled out (of the river, jackass) was get to the store and get some more booze. We decided the best way to quench the thirst of 16 weary hippies was to whip up a batch of Fuck You Up punch- that being a name for the famous pink lemonade, vodka, and Budwiser cocktail. We bought all the vodka, beer and lemonade we could get our hands (those small-town folk were a touch bemused, to say the least).
So we load up the Maytag (my '67 Toyota Landcruiser pickup) and head out to see Derek at the field station. Now, this is the 70's, mind you, things were a little different back then. Anyway, it gets so fucking out there in the desert, and we weren't in the water any more, so we decided fuck it- off with the clothes.
So now you got 16 naked hippies runnin' around the desert, beards and pubic hair bushy as all get-out. We emptied out our coolers, filled 'em with punch, and drank 'til we couldn't see. All I can remeber after that is someone starting a huge bofire, which, given how dry it is out there, probably wasn't the smartest idea.
I blacked out, and the next morning woke up amongst the sagebrush- still naked, as was everyone else- and threw up for 5 hours straight.