"You guys are keepers!"

said Joanna, our hostess, after seeing one of the laser shows after the really good bands had played, on Friday night. That just about sums it up. It was a fine BOO, everyone had a good time. It was saved by Greg, who in spite of some, for real, nightmares, decided to BOO, "no matter what." B008 was the coldest since B001, but the fire pits burned fiercely, so a huge pile of wood by the BOO Cafe and delicious coffee was completely gone by Monday!
The real heroes are the very hard - working BOO crew, under the able direction of Scooby, the Sitemeister, who delegated and delegated for weeks, preparing the Grove, making it possible for it to host a wonderful party. They did more area in a week than our host, Mark, could do by hand in a year. Signa Fy Nothing, we use power tools! Jill computer embroidered and honored each crew member with a "BOO Crew" T-shirt, which were worn with pride. And, don't forget the best folks from Jersey, who drove all the way here just to help out in a big way.
Rick and Greg show off the tapestry made of party T-shirts, from ancient to recent, that was brought to the BOO this year.
Michelle walked around so much that by Sunday she had to get off her right ankle and sit in wheelchair, called the paramedics and ended up in the E. R.. She was not back until Monday afternoon, much improved. Although parking, AC hook-ups and warm nights were in short supply, it didn't stop this one from being a splendid reunion!
Sunday: Results of No BOOmobile electric cart this year

Another Testimonial - by JR

The new site is absolutely beautiful. Thanks Joanna for letting us play by the river, and thanks to our super hard working Boo Crew! What an awesome job they did! They started their various tasks long before the party commenced and continued working to clean up many days after the great gathering of the tribe was just a wonderful memory for most of us.
This year we met some new friends and sadly said good-bye to some very dear ones we met long ago. To those of you who could not be with us, we were thinking of you and missed you very much. It was wonderful to get hugs from family members we'd not seen in quite a while. The wooded site gave rise to new creativity - glow sticks along the winding pathway made it really fun to go exploring between campsites at night. Everyone pulled out their BOO finery and decorated the entrances to their sites with cool spooky stuff, too! Big Oil's camp way down at the end of the path right on the river wasn't the fanciest, but it was righteous!
As usual, Chaz gave us an outstanding musical lineup while Greg entertained us mightily with kick-ass lasers and all kinds of fun light toys. Scooby did his most necessary Scooby thing, while Jerri kept everyone happily fed - yum, yum. We must remember though, please, Do Not Bite The Dog!!! So many fine folks pitched in to make sure that a wonderful time was had by all - when we try making lists, it gets a little crazy, so please don't ask, O.K.? The Queen of Boo was officially crowned. The aroma of the world's finest coffee wafted across our campsites from the BOO Cafe' - we worship you, oh Coffee Culture! Thanks go out to Grady & Joey & the fine Mr. Black, Constable Cotton, Mr. Bill the Pumpkin Man, Yvonne, Amanda and all the rest of the Gate Crew, all the Fire Keepers, the Jersey Crew, Lights, Sound, Fury, Signa Phi, Nothing, and hey now - EVERYONE who showed up and raised a cup of kindness.
We must award a Purple Piñata of Valor to our courageous Guard Dog Scooby Doo who took a vicious bite in the service of protecting us all from harm when an unwise partier mixed rum drinks with her prescription medication and had a terrible reaction. Her friend tried to help, but was not up to the task and had to ask for help from Scooby, who handled the problem, but was wounded in the process. Several words of warning here: Prescription drugs and alcohol DO NOT MIX. If you or anyone you know are taking prescription medications, PLEASE make sure not to add alcohol of any kind. Secondly, let us harken back to the wisdom of the olden times, when our motto included these wise words: "Everyone invited to the party IS the security." Let us also remember a most excellent lesson taught to us by one of our tribal elders, Strawberry, at a Reality Prevention Patrol Party long ago: should someone chose to party inappropriately and become a danger to themselves and/or others, simply find a soft piece of carpet, roll the partier securely inside (leaving plenty of breathing room, of course) and the gently but firmly sit upon them until the crisis passes.