Reminder: Cabelas I'rod Site Shuts Down 3pm MT Friday 2/22

[Heidi]

Hey folks, just a reminder that the old Cabelas Iditarod website shuts down tomorrow at 3:00 pm Mountain Time, so if you want to save any threads/posts you need to act quickly!

[tilstede]

What is worth a thought, is that good old Cabela's on a regular basis the last weeks, after it's closure, have had more visitors than the new IditaCabela's forum.

[SuldalsXpressen]

[tanglefoot]

bye old friend!

[mithious]

bye old friend!

sniffle.......

[braider]

Deleting that site seems a bit like burning a book to me. ...Dave

[MotorWerk]

I absolutely agree. I'm sure that if they really wanted they could find a place to store the site.

[dilli]

Sad day for Cabela's Iditarod forums fans .. end of an era.

[ThisSpaceForRent]

borrowed...

Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.

Going to leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed in the waterside,
In my time, I will roll, roll roll.

In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside I will lay my head.
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

River going to take me, sing sweet and sleepy,
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home.
Its a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago.
Mama, mama many worlds Ive come since I first left home.

Goin home, goin home, by the riverside I will rest my bones,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

Going to plant a weeping willow,
On the banks green edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sing a lullaby beside the water,
Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.

Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.



nothing left to do but...smile smile smile...



thanks John and BSSD...

daniel....(with help from jerry RIP)

[SuldalsXpressen]

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-- W.H. Auden


One of my favourite poems. It ends quite sadly, but luckily we have BSSD.

Kongen er død. Lengje leve Kongen!


Eskil