Mike turned 21 about a month before several of us had to go to ROTC Summer Camp at Ft. Sill, OKlahoma, so serious shenanigans were simply out of the question for his birthday. This left Palo Duro Canyon and environs as the only worthy option for innocent but memorable fun. We made it only as far as Six Gun City, a recently closed tourist “must see” (wink-wink) attraction near the park entrance. Abandoned a few years earlier, it had been the site of many OK Corral-type gunfights and still had several buildings, corrals, hitching posts, and...an honestly ancient watering trough, somehow full, slime-covered, and absolutely foul smelling. After walking around near the canyon rim and exploring (trespassing) the land and the old buildings, Mike made the mistake of commenting on how warm the weather was. Well, it WAS his birthday, so..he put up a real good fight, but he was only one person, and there were four others of us, and after “rasslin’” him a bit in the dirt, we threw him completely in and under that nasty water! Mike stood up, dripping green slime and smelling vile, and said, “Man, that was refreshing!” With that, he went under a second time and came up grinning. One of the guys offered a hand to help Mike out, and Mike snatched him and pulled him into the trough, too. Lord, did they stink! We laughed and rode around a bit, and about sundown we stopped on a small bridge in Hunsley Hills, a new subdivision north of Canyon. Mike said something like, “Well, the sun has set on my birthday, and y’all still stink!” So we took off our shoes and all jumped in that neighborhood creek to rinse off the stench of that trough.