Classic Kegger story, Gary. Brings to mind similar stories, although from where I grew up in Seattle. One time, we parked a few blocks from the park where the party was held and instead of climbing a tree to evade "johnny-law" we were near Lake Washington and realized that kegs floated...two of us swam for over an hour to a friend's dock, parked the keg for later, walked back to our vehicle leaving a slug trail of drips and drove home laughing the entire way. Thanks for sharing and conjuring up great times.
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