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Carousal XXVII North Lake Tahoe, CA Tahoe Taverns August 16-19, 2012 Attendees:
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"Too much words." |
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Craaack! The cold can of beer had been opened, a slight rise of foam bubbling from release, and the condensation dripping down the sides exposed the nature of the day – beautiful, golden, warm. The grizzled Carouser gently leaned forward from his battered lawn chair to flick a piece of errant grass cuttings from his flipflop-clad toes. The screechy whine of a red-shouldered hawk played counterpoint to the sleepy buzz of cicadas, effectively slowing down and already slothful morning. Without a turn of his head, the Carouser knew by a sharp click and audible whoop that someone’s bocce ball had found its enemy. Rhythmic pinging of pennies dancing off the bases of chipped coffee cups told of a series of unsuccessful shots on goal – there would be much drinking in these players’ spare time. Feeling an annoying swell of bladder and its impact on his otherwise perfect buzz, the Carouser creaked slowly to his feet and steered himself slowly across the lawn. Sweet mountain air ran through him, and his parched lips caused him to pick up his pace. Finding an open, towel-strewn bathroom inside one of the many condos nearby, he eased out his aged procreator and smiled at the thick stream he was still able to conjure. Yes, today is a good day, and the night would be even better. A quick shake of his teed-up Viking, a check of the teeth, and back to the great outdoors. It was time to throw the Frisbee. |
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Whistful….it is the mountain air, the deep azul waters, the endless forest that beckon to our tired spirits, those that are in need of a break from the conveyor-belt of time. Icons of eternal natural beauty create a longing, a desire, a pull. For twenty-six years the onset of Spring has stirred these feelings in many of us, driving an impulse to migrate, to congregate, to mitigate the rising tide of responsibility, panic, ennui that haunt our souls. With the lifting of sun into Summer, it is time for us to cool those runaway jets that fuel Father Time’s quickening pace. Brotherhood calls us to the beauty of Lake Tahoe once again, for convivial imbibing, rustic dining, snippets of sleep, and a rush to the celebration of life. For this is Carousal, and the clarion call of our annual riot is asking you to put away your age for the time, lock up the need to obey your electronic overlords, loosen the tie and those ties that bind you to job and time clock. Endless trails to hike and bike, cool greens to drive and putt, the gentle clack of croquet, the swish of a Frisbee, the wiz of a casting pole, the clink of a satisfied Caps cup. Carousal XXVII has set its sights on Lake Tahoe’s North Shore, and it is time to set down pen, blackberry, child and wife, and head to the gracious mountains of our youth. Join us this August for the 2012 Carousal. |
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