Here's the rest of my unfortunate sled story...
I thought I had the number, but we ended up looking at it later...guy said it needed a topend...I called up damnnear every Slednutz member for advice, mainly Madcow and Rubi. By the time I decided I'd do it, the sled was gone. I missed out and that sucked.
That last morning was rough, especially on Harry...The first thing I heard upon stepping out of my tent was a pretty desperate or pathetic, "BETHHHHH." It almost brought out the caring "oh poor Harry" womanly instinct in me, except Mud started laughing his ass off, which set me off laughing.
Yea, we laughed at the expense of Harry's pain.
I did bring him some tylenol though.