R17 53 Day 3.2 Algon to Clear Lak: Ditched!

Hobos

The ride into Britt took us parallel to the driver's route. We looked for D-Money, but never spotted him. But soon enough we were in Hobo Town USA. We stopped at the grocery store on the west side of town to procure snacks. And we agreed that we would all meet up in front of the DJ booth.

Grocery stores can be a problem on ragby. There are just so many choices. And not all of them are finger friendly. But the friendship and comradiere of ragby exists among some people out there. I bought a sandwich, a peanut butter Snickers and a coconut water. 

And then I fought my way across the highway and through the bar. Outside there were tents on a gravel lot behind the bar, surrounded by a 6 foot fence. Beyond that was the party, with the DJ booth under one of those huge, modern, tepee looking tents. I found a huge wooden spool that was functioning at a table and then texted the beavs my location, in front of the DJ booth. 

I ate my sandwich, and my, I was crushed to discover stale, Snickers, and looked for the beavers. 

Then some StopALots came by and said, "hey Team Beaver! Karen is around here somewhere." (hahahahaha). 

But no beavers. I tried to send a Snap. Where could they be? I peered up into the scrum of the dance gravel. No beavers. 

Alone, and scared, I awkwardly held down the fort. And then, a glimpse of pink behind the six food privacy fence. 

Happy Bandit, Angry Pochy

The beavers, without having the slightest compunction or concern for their Beef Cheever, had changed the plan and informed everyone but me. They decided that they wanted to be at a table, under a tent, at the bar. 

Now, it's not a big deal to change the plan, but we don't leave a beaver behind, well, I guess now, we do. Because no one came to find me, or sent me a text, or even looked chagrined that I had been left out No-Beavers-Land. 

I joined them under the tent, but refused to sit near them, or chit chat. My feelings were hurt. I'd been ditched. 

Bastards. 

I didn't get over it until we left town, got our waters, and headed straight south into a howling gale of a headwind and I needed a beaver-booster.