ARA3.TXT Copywright (c) 1991, 1995 by Dave Byter, proliferate freely. The next I heard from any of what was to become ARA, was Spring Lake George. I made the mistake of being a goodguy. I brought my father's big canoe to transport those who could not bring their own canoe. I should have brought the motor too, because I got to spend all night ferrying people to Turtle Island. Of course I had extra paddles, and so got a lot of help from people who had never held a canoe paddle before. By the time that I had ferried all the stragglers, there was no one left partying on The Island. So I just flipped the canoe on the beach and slept there. Until about 5 AM, when I awoke to the sound of thunder. No thunder in March. Only canoe paddles beating on the canoe. "Wake up! We gotta get outta here before everyone wakes up. I just can't stand it here anymore with all these people on one little island," screamed Peggy. I'd heard of ochlophobia before, of course, but this was the first time that I got to experience a real ochlophobiac. "I've gotta get away while they are still asleep. We are gonna go over to Steere Island where we can have some privacy." Well, even at 5 AM, I knew that the folks who owned Steere Island valued their privacy even moreso than did Peggy. And besides, it was six miles away, upwind. Again I learned never to underestimate Peggy. She had Jake Steere, a battery operated outboard motor, and the MIT engineer to run it. I slept the whole trip, and it didn't last nearly long enuf, even tho we made a side trip to Sabbathday point to pick up the Steere camping equipment. It seemed too early in the morning to be saving the world, but they were hard at it. "I think that you should stop thinking about what is desirable, and start thinking about what is possible. Maybe someday someone can brew up a bug to specifications, but all we can do now is to stir and hope. We just keep feeding the autoclave with the rejects until we make something that we like. Our job today is to define 'something that we like'".