Oh, Algona. You certainly did NOT disappoint with your boozetastic and eccentric ways.
I believe that photo could sum it up.
The eyes, the facial expressions, the deceiving innocent smile on Andy’s face…
… before he picked Clint up.
Algona was a one of a kind experience, to say the least. Someone asked us how it compared to all the years of Conesville Rally’s. Let’s just say that this rally seemed to be more “freeing” for some folks and you certainly didn’t see these signs hanging anywhere.
They say “What happens in Algona, stays in Algona”.
For this little blog of mine, that quote is holding it’s value because NONE of those photos I captured are going up. BUT, let’s just say my fellow Snapchat followers weren’t so lucky. The good stuff stayed off the SnapChat story line (hey, teenage nieces and nephews that follow me) and right into the adults personal snap on the left side.
You are MORE than welcome.
I gained a few followers that day, but if you have a weird name for your handle, then I didn’t share much with you. Sorry, but you gotta at least tell me who you are, swmpgrlrncklvr.
Ya, I made that one up… but seriously.
This was our first Iowa rally with the Sully’s in a LOOONNNGGG time, so it was fun to get back together with them again. We found ourselves a sweet little shaded spot, complete with our own creek, for our weekend camping adventure.
I rode on the back of Clint’s bike for a whole quarter mile on the campgrounds. Watch out, y’all! This was only the second time in my 9 years of being with Clint that I hopped on the back. YA, this girl don’t play that way.
People ask what you do at these rally’s. Well, you drink beer, sit around a campfire, shoot the shit, people watch, listen to music, go for day rides, walk around, etc.
The difference between a rally and a normal camping experience is the people watching is FAR more enjoyable, there are vendors with food, clothes and other crap and there is live music each night.
Friday we did a lot of camp-side sitting and people watching. Most of my epic snaps happened this day. Seriously fascinating.
A lot of moonshine drinking happened on Friday thanks to Clint’s three batches of Red (cherry), White (straight up shine) and Blue (blue raspberry and lemon). I made sure to catch a few taking their first drink. It would be the last time they looked sober for the rest of the night with that 150 proof death trap.
Victim #1. Remember him.
Victim #2. Remember him picking up Clint in the photo above? Yep….
He gets all sortsa huggy at a certain point in his drinking games.
Shortly after this photo happened Clint was hit with the weeblewobbles and was in bed at 11pm. If he had it his way it would have been 9:30. Somehow we managed to keep him upright for another hour.
What a rookie.
Day 2 | Saturday
And Victim #1: 0
Nothing but love, J. Nothing but love.
Red, White and Booze and PBR.
Saturday was a combo of more beer
Drag races that were incredibly lame compared to Conesville
more people watching…
You’d blush at what his sign says…
Photo taking (and stealing… thanks Liz)
Music listening, laughing and memory making…
All in all we had a pretty fantastic time at Algona.
I think a repeat shall happen again in 2016.