I think Zabo said he may go, I doubt I will but sure wish I was.
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Bug a Paluza
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Sylvester
- Bad Old Puddy Tat.
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Bug a Paluza
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue, I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod, The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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zabo
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was a great time- but i felt bad for the guys who tried to tent camp there fri night. 
. tents were sitting in 1/2 foot of water when we rolled up saturday morning.
. tents were sitting in 1/2 foot of water when we rolled up saturday morning.60 beetle
78 bus
78 bus
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Sylvester
- Bad Old Puddy Tat.
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Did you get any pictures?zabo wrote:was a great time- but i felt bad for the guys who tried to tent camp there fri night.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue, I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod, The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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VWGirl
- Getting Hooked!
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I took a few pictures, but none of the flooding surprisingly. At one point on Friday I crossed a knee deep river between the paved area and the field. I didn't camp there, the weather was pretty bad. shut the main road to the park down the next day. Got some stuff for my newly refinished bus though :)
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Sylvester
- Bad Old Puddy Tat.
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I bet that was one to have gone through, must have been some die-hard VW enthusiasts there.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue, I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod, The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.