You win some, you lose some.

Morning came.

And with it, success!



Okay, so maybe we caught as many mudpuppies as we did fish, but still, we celebrated.



Frankie did not survive the night.

The rest of the long weekend continued in similar fashion, reaching what seemed to be a glorious apex on Saturday night, when all of a sudden, the plane crashed into the mountain.

Giz may or may not have sustained head trauma.

Sunday was spent as a day of mourning. Then we left.

Disregarding both the fact that Frankie's brand new truck is now three-legged and that Giz didn't get laid, the trip was totally excellent. Thank you, Francis, for having us. You have a special place in our hearts.