Every year on the last weekend in July in small town Bristol Vermont, a group of people gather. They show up, for hours, days, some of them weeks, and, a few of them year round. Often new people show up, but every year the core people return, making the boat float. They come to sweat, in god awful heat and humidity. They come with rain jackets for the annual rain storm that always shows up, just like them-without fail. They carry boxes, tables and tent parts. They sort through clothes, home items and sporting goods.