The Cruiser Days trail run after the show was up to the north end of Chehalis Lake. Several trucks in attendance with 2 non members, George and his son Drew in their Chevy Blazer from Powell River, and Roy in his '72 Jimmy.
We left the Sasquatch slightly before my inane 6 pm departure schedule, and after George had his failed turbo bypassed, we headed on up the Harrison FSR while I gave our Powell River tourists a colourful description of the area over the CB. At least that's how I remember it.
Upon reaching the entrance to Chehalis, I gave my troupe the option of the exciting way or the easy way in. Much to my pleasure, George in his blazer, Roy in his Jimmy, and Mr. Voo in his Prado plunged in the exciting way.
Both the full size rigs promptly dented their rear quarters on some hidden stump, while John plugged up his radiator in the deep water.
After they exited, I went back to see where the rest of the group was and they had disapeared. Hearing no more noises in the "exciting way" I figured they must have missed where I turned in and had headed on over the bridge and down towards the end of the road at the slide.
I was pleasantly surprised to find the road into the old camp sites now accessible and that is indeed where they had gone.
But seeing as how half our group was now on either side of the river, we crossed and all grouped up on the north side and made camp for the evening.
Graham and Pete, who had left the Sasquatch earlier, finally showed up after we were wondering where they had gone, but that's another story

Most of the crew cleared away pretty quickly the next day, muttering something about Grahams coffee I think, which I had luckily missed as I slept in. I planned on making the most of the day, it was my birthday after all, and play with my kids. George C with his funny dogs Huck and Ozzie stayed the day with us, as well as the travel worn Gary T. It was a beautiful day and I am now sporting a serious sun burn.