We'd been looking forward to this for months. Bu the weather. The weather. Pouring rain, nonstop.

Ken's unsure, as am I, but sometimes you have to take the chance. Fortune favors the bold. 

We drive out of the pouring rain, clear it finally North of Kaslo and it's going to be a fine night. Mighty fine. 

The past two days at the restaurant have been busy, and we're stocked. Vodka, Pepperoni, Cigarettes. By the end of the night these are always in demand. We leave around 8:30, find it around 10:00 PM, set up my tent (lent to me by Chris, who couldn't make it, first day caving - his new job guiding at the local Cave attraction), and then check it out. As good as I remember. Dose up, there's 200, 300 people there. And Ken, when he takes MDMA becomes the self-appointed security guard, wandering around the campsite to check up on people, make sure they're OK, helping all the "Took too much" people to the first aid tent...

Eventually the rain catches up to us, more a drizzle than the downpour we were having in Balfour, huddle around the campfire, get warm, go out and dance again. 

We're asleep at 7:00, back at work for 1:00, I'm shattered. Ken had an absolutely amazing time, I follow up with a poster to the Solstice Rave - 3 days, he's enthused, and within a few minutes he's already bought tickets. He's lived here 10, 12 years and he's only now just discovering why...

The rest of the day at the restaurant, largely single people - perhaps a dozen of them, some few other tables, quiet, which suits my diminished abilities, one single person, an older magician quietly practicing card tricks, quietly shuffling, forcing cards, he seems a little quiet, not showy, for a magician, this is the rehearsal. Another an older woman complaining about the prices. I know, I know. A younger woman - was she at the rave? Others. 

And by Monday I'm back in town...