We got to the other side of the Playa and Stihl was gonna be needing some fuel to get back to Fields. Little Husky doesn't carry quite as much as the Supertankers:
Looking towards the Alvord Playa, it's hot and some of us are out of water:
We get into Fields finally and Stihl immediately takes off his boots. Remember when he was doing the depth test for us?
Reminded me of a fetal pig I dissected in Advanced Biology...
This little girl was showing off for us by ghostriding her bike into the side of the building. She's some relation to Sandy at the store, not sure what...
Elvis Pastrana (that's what my boys call me when my hair looks like this)
We chow, ice up and head back the easy way from Fields.
2k4 Wee-Strom, black, farkled, smells like bacon.
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