Cinco de Mayo, and the annual trek to the San Rafael desert. More sadness this year with the passing of the event's founder, Harry Sellers. But a great turnout just the same, as nearly everyone is now retired and ready to play.
To stake our territory and ward off the uninitiated, we called on Rafael, patron saintess of the Cinco weekend. She need some preparation for the task at hand.
And then to desert bondage, all in the service of a successful weekend.
But perhaps this sacrifice was not enough, because soon, due to a wrong turn, the arriving shitter got stuck (the BLM essentially mandates some sort of portable bathroom facilities for campers). However, a group effort retrieved the essential trailer and soon it was up and operational.
With campsites up and running, it was time to let the games begin. Out came the beers and tequila. The party was on, and the women ran screaming from booze crazed pervs.
Tequila makes you taller...
But the booze did not distract us from the beauty of the San Rafael desert.
Soon it was sunset, followed by the full moon rising...
The next day was the 5th of May, with a "supermoon" expected that night (actual full moon and the closest to earth in some time).
As has become traditional, Cinco de Mayo is transformed into Cinco de Maui, with our hosts freely pouring Mai Tai's for cocktail hour.
And the celebration was on, with appropriate treats and costumes...
The supermoon came out, but we were no longer capable of capturing great photographs.
The evening ended around the campfire, with music and more drinking.
But the next morning, the usual toll for the evening's festivities had to be paid. The empties, staggering from the tents, the listlessness, the pain...
But salvation was at hand... the elders found their flock and served sacrement...
And, well, that's all folks...
(stay tuned for pics from the big hike)
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