One of the signs made by Miller
This is our friend Tod whom we met the year before that was so kind to us in Dirty Annies Cafe last year.
Here we have the owner of the Antler Inn, Al!! As you can see he went above and beyond to help make this fund raiser in little Shell a success. Al donated 10% of sales that night to us also. As did the gal that was cooking.
Here was an emotional moment as I was shaving a ladies hair off who had lost here mother to Breast Cancer. We raised 250 for that head. There's Wilbur taking care of the girls. I ended up shaving about 6 peoples head to raise money.
Wendy and Al from the Antler Inn
Here we have Nick. We had been talking on FB quite a bit before arriving. Nick had a great part in making this event happen. He lost his hair that day, and I do believe we raised a couple hundred on him too.
There i s Biirdie sitting back enjoying the festivities. The sun going down. By this time all of our little trinkets, scarves, pins, boobie koozies, shirts, etc were gone, and we raised $4,000.00
I wish I could have put a picture in of everyone and everything that happened. It was over whelming. I remember just before we got to Shell we pulled over to the side of the road so Tanya could take the lead and we could ride right up to the Inn honking to let the town know the Conga had arrived. I told Tanya to lead so they could see her bike had grown up.
We had the whole campsite booked at Dan's campground. Everyone had seen pics and heard us talk but unless you have been there, you never really know. I knew how excited we were to see everyone again, and meet Nick our new friend. It was late in the day. We were all tired, but all excited. It didn't take long after we said our hellos, got settled into our cabins, that we were all like one big happy family.
The internet was not good in Shell at least not from the cabins. I tried and tried, and that is where I truly lost it and stopped blogging. There was way to much going on, to even make notes. We had an early night, slept in, then walked across the street to see where we were to start.
It was a full day of selling Conga items, helping out, getting to know each other. Laughing our dang heads off. There was no one in the town of Shell that was afraid to wear pink.
We hit the news in Greybull. We unloaded all our Conga items so I actually had a little space left in my saddle bags again.
A good time was had by all. We all agreed that Shell would be the place to have the Conga IV convention. Look out 2011 Shell Wyoming!!!!!
Thanks for helping us KICK CANCER TO THE CURB!!!!
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