Saturday Slight

On the way to town last night,  we decided that Second Avenue Pizza would be this week's choice for Friday night out.   

Bill said that was probably a good idea cuz we'd never get near the place next weekend during Lost in the '50s. 

For those who don't know, Carolyn, the owner, has spearheaded Sandpoint's annual Lost in the '50s weekend for years.  So, her pizza place, along with every other restaurant in town, is packed during the celebration.

Soon after Bill's comment, he began quizzing me on what kind of vehicle I was NOT seeing  on the highway and streets leading toward Second Avenue.

I gave in quickly, curious to know.  

The Mud Boggers, Willie announced.  His students had discussed the event at school. 

No Mud Boggers this weekend.  No Mother's Day Mud Bogging this year.  No high-rise crusted trucks with great big wheels headed north.  

Seems a family issue has canceled the annual affair at Moyie Springs near the Idaho- Montana border for this year.  Boggers are respecting the privacy of the organizers, according to this news item announcing the cancellation:   http://www.newsbf.com/news/1208/28mudbog.html

It made me wonder what the Mud Bogging Mamas are gonna do to celebrate their special day this year.  Will they just get dressed up, wear a corsage and go out to dinner?  

Who knows?  I don't know much about Mud Bogging, but I do know the streets were a little quiet last night with no caravans of bogging rigs rolling through town for a big weekend in a muddy place, complete with camping areas, hidden in the trees far from the outside world. 

We were all a bit curious about what really goes on at these events beside maybe a little drinking and an occasional shooting.  Bill said the boggers grind those rigs through the mud all day and part of the night.

I think he heard that information from one of his former co-workers, a young lady who once told him she'd had a good mud bogging weekend cuz nobody got shot.

I know other people who attend these events, and I invite them to throw in their two-cents so that we'll all learn what goes on and how much fun it can be.

In the meantime, once we arrived at Second Avenue, Bill said, "Debbie, get your phone out and google 'Moyie Mud Bogs.'"  

Within seconds, while other folks were ordering pizzas and calzones, the Love quartet was watching a YouTube video (could be a little X-rated if you look too close)  of last year's Moyie Mud Bog.   This one, in case you're interested:  

After a few minutes of North Idaho bogging action, Debbie googled and found a video showing Southern Mud Bogging.  Looked like those down South folks might be even more macho with their rigs than those from the North.

Anyway, while waiting for our meal, we became enlightened about mud bogging without even getting dirty.  

I'm kinda thinking mud bogging for many novitiates may be a lot like "blogging" used to be for the general population----that was back when a lot of folks who didn't blog called journals like "Slight Detour" blobs.   

We could also throw in "geocaching," which has gradually become more of a household word but still to many---the fastest growing sport you never heard of. 

And, so it goes with our mud-bogging knowledge and the sadness for all who participate that Moyie will be without its mud bogging mamas this year. 

Maybe they can go geocaching instead, or start their own mud bogging blog.  

Anyway, when all was said and done last night, we enjoyed our meal at Second Avenue Pizza, even though we never ate a drop of pizza.  It was sandwiches and calzones for us, and they're every bit as good as the pizza.

Happy Saturday.