In 2006, Dave established the "Drink of the Day" with the Panty Ripper. The group has not paddled straight since 2006.
Ann kept files on members in her "Invisible File Cabinet". She used the files to verify that each member had an acceptable Grand Lake address, a sizable bank account and no embarrassing relatives.
Rich focused on safety. Instead of using fog horns he saved club funds by instructing members to sing ukelele songs loudly.
Steve initiated Canoe Club uniforms to insure that members were always paddling with the "right sort of people".
Ted pioneered the web page. Each week he wrote a round-up statement and a preview of upcoming events. A highlight was the identification of the "Trouble Maker of the Week". For unknown reasons, the name usually began with a "D".
Sandy implemented "Moon-Light Paddles". They were a great success and enjoyed by everyone except that one couple who still hasn't returned from the islands.
Ron decided to build the morale of the organization. He based his methods on the philosophy : "If God did not intend for us to eat animals, then why did he make them out of meat?" The club heartily supported his methods and Ron's barbecues were responsible for producing a high level of morale among his subordinates.
Bill challenged members to paddle to new heights. Under his leadership, the club set an altitude record for the highest paddle ever attempted. Members successfully paddled Columbine Lake, 300 feet higher than any previous attempt.
Jeanne demonstrated the importance of timing to the club. Especially when nature calls during the commodore election. She also demonstrated how to be a good sport.
It was the year we couldn't decide whether to go with screen-star glamour or girl-next-door perkiness. Ginger or Maryanne? We decided to have both! What a cool team they made.
Roger, with a little help from his friend, Marsha, kept us organized and on-track for every event. He also hit a new technology high by being the first commodore to take charge of the web site. He even figured out how to add pictures!
With an exorbitant number of excuses by members present at the annual meeting in Kremmling , we had to import a commodore from New Zealand. We will go to the ends of the earth to find you!
Barbara learned that it is better to get up at 3:00 in the morning and leave roadkill strewn all over I-70 than to miss the annual meeting.
Like all members, Jim would have avoided being commodore, but we had him cornered in his own house. Somehow he led us through the Covid challenge to a successful season. Pandemics aren't easy.