RDP September 2014 | Page 39

was completely stocked with cocktails, beers, non alcoholic beverages, you name it. It should be noted that as I'm writing this article I asked my wife what the highlight of the Dam Run was to her and she replied without hesitation "Riding on Greg's Nortech."

The next stop was a long, sandy, steep beach and we had lost five or six boats along the way. The white sandy beaches proved to be a great spot for meeting and greeting various RDP members that had normally been somewhat spread out during the day. This is by far the longest of any of the stops, and for an event that has no schedule or official meeting spots, this is the one you don't want to miss. Even though we were there for over an hour, it was impossible to meet everyone as there was forty to fifty people stretched out across a quarter mile of beach.

We made our way back to Satellite Mike's 240 when it was time to go, and this is the second year in a row that I literally Forrest Gumped my way to "Gasoline Alley" which would be our last meeting spot of the day. After driving towards a half a dozen wrong coves we finally found it, and it was us and one other boat (A Hallett 210). We decided to hang out for a bit, just because the weather was perfect and the cove is inviting. After 10 minutes or so the Center Consoles came cruising in, and a handful of other boats in our group found us as well. With the last six or so in the group we enjoyed our remaining time on Mohave for all it was worth. The day was ending and as fun as it was, it was about as long as this article has become so it was finally time to retire the boats. That was the end of our day on Mohave, and the beginning of our night at Carl's 60th, and subsequently Laughlin on a Saturday night.