Shovelfest VII Thursday/Friday

Finally at the party. I think that's Julia's "don't take my picture" face.


Bikes.




Philosophical discussions about relativity, inter-dimensional travel, and other fatuities.




How big was that fish?


Bikes.


Brake problems and a saddle bag with some history.


Jason managed to ride his here. It was a long story and getting it home was even longer.


I should have had the camera in movie mode to catch the cannonball that followed this picture.


More philosophicalitizing.


Off to Cave in Rock, IL.


Hanging out.








On the banks of the O-HI-O.


That's a cave alright.


Tripod selfie with the group.


The Love Shack in Elizabethtown, IL.






Arley tries to avoid the lime light.


Back to the party.


Jason's shovel needs more attention.


A lot more attention.


STAG - Sophisticated Taste Amongst Gentlemen. Huck is correct. Notice that Mr. Pibb has a Bud and Mark has a Busch Light.


Huck moves on to share a STAG with Chris Oldham, the mayor of Old Shawneetown, Clearly a more sophisticated gentleman.


It seems there are really big fish in Old Shawneetown, too.


We ended up meeting up with Chris again at the bar and he gave us a great walking tour of Old Shawneetown. It was really cool and Chris' knowledge and love for the history of Old Shawneetown made it a really unique experience. This is Chris and Renee sitting on the steps of the big old bank.


This is me between the big bank and the Hogdaddy Saloon. It's empty now and I think it's for sale.


Chris is also a Tug boat pilot on the river and offered to take us out on the boat on Saturday afternoon.