About two dozen boats, good picnic chow offered, very nice folks. It was at Eagle Rock Lodge. That chubby, gimpy old fart backside in the light colored flannel shirt, foreground, is me. Boats ranged from one clearly just out from under the puckerbrush, leaves and peeling paint still intact, to one done by a feller who builds long bows, recurve bows, Molesworth replica furniture and anything else he can craft. Jeez, it was beautiful, unique with silver conchos here and there, sillouhetted southwest motif on insides and out. Shoulda been hanging in a Cabela's or museum I'da thought.