We check in and get directed towards the bar for our room keys. When the lady started reading off the numbers…”Room 208, 209…211” Jim was thinking that if we get room 210, (Vol210) he gets it. Came close, but no cigar, well Jim always has a cigar. Ronnie and Jim grab a bite to eat down stairs at the bar (fried food only at this hour), have a beer, do a quick walk around in the dark then back to our rooms for restful sleep. This is great I have my own room and I’m laying in bed just about to fall asleep when I hear…”tap”, “tap” , “tap”….what the…, “tap” , “tap” , “tap” , “tap” , “tap”. I get up and put my ear to the wall. Nothing! I step back and start to turn towards the bed when…, “tap” , “tap” , “tap”….. , “tap” , “tap” , “tap” , “tap”. Uh? Ear back to the wall. Nothing. Must be some strange people in the room next to me. It wasn’t until morning I found out the tapping noise was Ronnie, 3 rooms down from mine tapping rivets into his chaffs. Jim’s room was right next to his and he even tapped back. We must of drove that place crazy.

We were a little worried about fog the next morning but it was perfect. Did I say it was perfect!