Cooling off at the Doyle Hotel, Duncannon
DNA, Sherbear, Jettbutt, DreamCatcher, Magoo and Gophermaine (?) sharing orange slices.
After a couple killer hills, we came into town with Magoo, DreamCatcher, DelDoc, Indiana Jean and met Whitehorse at the local bar/hotel, called the Doyle. The Doyle has 75 cent quart mugs, and someone (Mr. Doyle?) told the story of a hiker who came in and drank seven quarts in 3 hours. I said I bet I could drink 8 in three, if someone paid. Whitehorse took me up on my offer. I made it through five before I realized in a buzzed haze the extent of my foolish bet. I remember calling off the bet and settling up with the bar keep, but not a great deal of the rest of the night.
The couples herded me through town for dinner at the local pizza parlor. Sherbear and Jettbutt put me up in their room, and I remained harmlessly intoxicated for the night. I don't even want to know what I wrote in the pizza joint register ... just don't need to know. Dumb bet, DNA.