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We are now back at Cottonwood camp preparing dinner.  It is the flying Stowell brother's turn to whip up the vittles.  And what a feast it was... smoked oysters on crackers for appetizers, 4 lbs of beef and gravy, mashed potatoes for eight, mixed berry applesauce, and chocolate pudding for dessert...  It's what you get when you put two 200+ pounders in charge of a meal.  I thought Hal was going to explode trying to keep up with the rest of us.

And so ends day 2.  The anxiety factor reached new highs today.  The first warning signs of troop mutiny were beginning to manifest themselves.  Large boulders were mysteriously dislodging themselves above my head.  The guys tossed matches at me as I filled the stove.   And I judiciously untied the noose knots, which held our clothes line in place...   I though it best not to join in the suggested 'friendly' game of Mumble-d-peg this evening - smart, no?

A slight smile crossed my face as I lay down to sleep, for I was the only one who knew what 'fun' was in store for us on day 3.  Read on...