It burns my eyes-es!

Hark! What light doth on yonder window break? It is the sun, in fact, shining thru a laboriously hand carved crevice high, high in the frigid Mountains of Lore by aeons old creatures of alien motivation and incredibly eye-watering acidic stench. Miles distant on the teeming plains said sun-beam doth hit a mysterious sigil amongst the startled herd of Footsoldiery, signaling the time to stop wearing white for some, harvest time for yet others and for a select few Cyclonauts, pre-natally nurtured and in vitro-ically addicted to adrenal fluid, it’s meaning rings stark and clear in the crisp mountain air, like a crystalline forest sprite ground beneath a steel jack-boot! The Farvas hath come! October 15th & 16th Fruita environs. Friday night we gather at designation Alpha for camping and breakfast before a loooong ride roundst Z-Curtain-KoKo-Westwater-Bugs on Saturday morn. Sat afternoon we’re into town for libations/showers/Mexican food then back to Camp Alpha for the Farva Ceremonies themselves. Sunday morn pack up, b-fast in Fruita at Pancho’s then into GJ for some Lunch Loop action sure to grow hair in regions you never considered anatomically possible, or desirable! Oct 15th & 16th Fruita…be there! Bring your trophy (by “your” I mean “used to be yours”) and make sure to fill out your ballot promptly after vomiting and/or naked wheelie-ing thru the campfire.