What the what!? you ask. Well. It all started with a Norwegian guy named Bredo, who is now affectionately known as Grandpa. See, he got really into the whole cryogenics thing and decided to wait on ice until people could reanimate him. So, he asked to be shipped after death to a cryo facility in CA. He stayed for four years until his daughter emigrated from Norway to the loverly state of Colorado in 1993. Grandpa went there to "live" with her. She promptly stuck him out in the Tuff Shed in the backyard. Well, due to some pesky visa issues and several zoning fights, the daughter was evicted. But they let Grandpa stay. (Goooo Colorado! Good priorities, I say.) So, a new guy named Bo Shaffer answered a want ad and has been trucking in 1600 lbs. of dry ice every month to keep Bredo "alive" ever since.
So, what do you do with this situation if you are living in Nederland (where all the hippies and weirdos go)? Why of course, you turn it into a festival! Duh. So, what do you do if you're me and you read about this festival in a book and then find out it's a mere 20 minutes down the road? Again, duh. You go!!! So, I'm looking forward now to a Saturday full of coffin races and obstacle courses, a hearse parade, frozen salmon tossing, etc. It really should be a, well, interesting time.
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I heard about this! I'm totally jealous! Have a "killin" time! Harhar!
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