Second night at the Manti pageant was great. The first order of business was rustling up some grub.
For dinner, I had a Navajo Taco....
And a scone.
I had fun bashing with the Antis in the street.
I wish I could have bashed with this guy.
He was yelling at the top of his lungs at the people sitting on the grass. Some people complained about his noise but he didn't care. I tried to get him to come down off of his stool to bash with me but he wouldn't do it. He only wanted to yell.
This is a back shot of him. The little girl standing by him is his daughter.
Here I am hanging out with Dale at Miller's Malt Shop in after the Pageant.
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