
Because of my gimpy knee, I obviously begged off (and took photos).
But I guess I'm more sissified than I thought, because there were guys carrying tiny babies, groups of families and this old lady, who needed a &@$%!#% cane to get around. After seeing this, I just shook my head at myself.
In my defense, the others in our group that did go, all complained about the bruises they got.

Are we predicatable or what?
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