MT4JC (Pt. ||)

Amidst the regretful reality of leaving the Rez,
we were once again plummeted headfirst into the joy of driving.  

Team spirit reigned, as did bologna, tomatoes, peanut butter,
and windows being rolled up with increased velocity. 

As usual, side trips were acceptable. 

Asian family photo

Mexican family photo

Our second-to-last day was crowned with the mad jar of cliff jumping

and our team banquet, the love feast.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 campaigned that 'Real swag is from the heart!'

 unexpected guests, always a pleasure

No idea how the banana became involved. 

Four in the morning Monday, we made the final voyage home, and at the same time, away from home. 

The sweet part was that we didn't have to leave everything behind, and, in fact, it was the very best thing

that we actually took with us, more real and potent than ever. 

wet grass; hands and knees

It began with a truckload of food,

and one sullen minivan refusing to exceed the speed limit.

It ended with that truck fading on the horizon.

Nevertheless, we all eventually reached our destination,
the lost world. 

We celebrated several good things over the weekend camping in Volcano, including
The Return of Alena                                                       With Special Guest Christina

 Most astonishing of all was the human factor our neighbours presented. 








All that eternal ride over the conversation consisted of nothing but POA's concerning the impending zombie apocalypse. 

Yet, somehow, the entire weekend our task force seemed to hold them at bay by mere show of  humanity. 

 However, some of the company's sanity swerved to a dangerous low towards the final deranged days of no showers, no fast food, and no beloved television- with only the saving presence of spam to hold back an ever-increasing feeling of ghost-zombie oppression. 

  

   

Despite these odds, the company managed to endure.
So long live berry hunters, man-hunts, innocent spiders,
and slippers marching through the free woods
of Adventure.