In the summer of 1967 or 1968, "Sally" and I celebrated the summer solstice by meeting her brother and some of his friends at the Stonehenge replica along the Columbia Gorge. They brought cases of meade and we partied all night. Astoundingly, given the popularity of such a celebration later, we were the only ones there -- well, until mid-morning when a few tourists arrived to find a dozen young revelers passed out in their sleeping bags. It was quite a party!

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