Leaving Idaho Falls, Idaho, I came across 2 brothers who were touring across the country (I was riding from Denver to Jasper). These guys were crazed but great fun. They each had full-size wooden bowling pins upside down sticking out of each of their front panniers, so they could practice juggling with their 4 pins. We set up camp in an official state rest stop (which actually PERMITTED overnight camping!). A couple of miles back there had been a market. I rode back without my gear and bought a 4 liter jug of Carlo Rossi Rhine Wine. One of the two brothers must have drunk half of the jug himself. Late in the evening, he started to get pretty obnoxious and then finally passed out. He hadn't bothered to set up his tent, as the sky was clear and it was late July. Sometime during the night, I was awakened by some noise. I peered out of my tent. He was still on the ground inside his sleeping bag, and only his head was sticking out as he threw up into the grass. He apparently felt no pain in the morning, and they got an early start and headed into the mountains. I never saw them again.