my first trip to Glamis was a holy experience. Every year as I get ready for the seasons first trip, I think back to that day. My best freind and I sitting in the small dunes about midnight, running our hands thru the cool sand, lying on our backs, looking at the moon. "pptss", another cold one. "ya know what Had", he says,, this place is the place. I'm gonna marry a girl some day out here... "right", I says. "Yepbo, this place is a sanctuary, no, its heaven, no, its better then heaven" I says. We cheers to that.
We were kids, just 16, with an 84 250R Honda 3 wheeler and a 185S as a backup bike. He has an 83 200X and a 110 as a backup. This night we were riding the little bikes, playing chase and bumper cars thru the moonlit small dunes behind wash 10. I can still feel the sand in my hands.
When I am down or stressed, I think about trips I have had, people I have met, beers I have shared. The stuck vehicles, the roll overs, the blown up bikes. I can still remember looking behind my 3 wheeler the first time I had paddles, damn, that was cool. The little roosters it would throw.
The parties we would hold at the hill. Hell, our first trip we camped, er, passed out at Comp. We thought this is the place. Lets camp here. In the morning, everyones gone. What the hell????
Hah-hah-hah, what idiots we were.
All these years, freinds have shared this heaven. Some have moved away. Some married, divorced, and married again. Some move back. But ya know what??
The marriage that mother G puts on some of us is a commitment for life. I do not know if my marriage will last, job will last, car will last...But my love of Mother G.... will be forever.
As I sit at my desk during the day, I open that little bottle sometimes and pour a little genuine Glamis sand in my hand, and close my eyes...everything will be alright....like a mothers soothing voice.
So, I get home from work, open the 3 car garage, squeeze between the trailer and the sandrail, straddle the wall around the sandjeep, climb over the quads for that tool.... and people dont understand why or how I can have so much crap (toyz in my eyes, beautimus beautimus toyz).
Another shirt with grease on it, another long night, smoke in lip. Gotta get ready I say, with a wild look in my eye. Its almost time...
Almost time for what, my neighbors ask?
G-L-A-M-I-S I say, like a virgin in a whorehouse.... Oh yeah... I am sickkkkk...
R U DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS????????????

OH OH OH OH OH SLAP IS DOWN WITH DA SICKNESS NO DOUBT BIG HAD...Slapptacious, downright slapptacious...Rememberin that first trip and knowin dat you found a place that will forever be in your heart, Mother Glamis...

Can ya feel it y'all?? CAN YA JUST FEEL IT? SLAPPY SURE CAN...YEEEEEEHHHAAAAWWWWW SLAPPY GOTTA DANCE...

McScrappbook bound big had, a gulp she will take

Great piece Big Had! I love it! Definitely feeling it right about now.

My feelings exactly.....but I need to get one of those bottles. Are you selling those...it can sit next to my PET ROCK....best investment ever made. Great piece, loved it.

Praise to that garage shuffle, our neighbors just shake their heads in wonder too.