Apparently this race is the second oldest in the nation, the first being the Chicago Marathon. It started on a bet by two stampeders to see who could run to the top of the mountain and back first (pretty sure there was some "spirits" involved). In 1915 it became an organized race and has been run ever since.
Since it was pouring and didn't show any signs of letting up, I spent the rest of the day in my rig cutting out a flannel rag quilt. Unfortunately for my neighbors, I didn't realize the small iron I was using would run the batteries so low. My generator to the rescue ... they just had to listen to it!! There were two small lakes at the bottom of my steps with a small island in the middle. Jessie daintily stepped on the island ... little Cooper dog (who loves water) plowed right through. Gotta love the smell of wet dog!!!
Up early, thankfully the rain had stopped for the day. We packed up, dumped at the local site, refilled our water tanks and hit the road for Homer!!!
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