Good News or Bad News?

Rain, Rain, Rain. I'm talkin' about a costal African low pressure system that will have you crying to mommy. We have been passing the times pretty hard lately folks. Roads are completely washed out, boulders are soaked, and our fire wood is now sopping wet. Keeping the fire going has turned into prioirty one. I awoke today to the 7th straight day of serious downpouring and half the crew has now braved it to Cape Town to climb in a gym and/or get the hell out of the house. The forcast is calling for another few days of rain and those leaving this trip earlier may have seen their last dry day at the boulders. I have seen this before, and with the prices of plane tickets well above $2000, it makes staying here any less time than two months seem less than economic, especially when the rains come.

In an effort to stay active and tough, pellet gun fights have culminiated into shirtless western style draws, and wrestling tournaments dominate the dining room space. Pinball on the computer can only stay so entertaining, however, props to whoever topped ten million points! Boredom and irratation is taking hold, and those of us left on the farm are holding it out like true champions. The last few days have included more recon missions that have led us every which way under the clouds. Alas, I think we have spotted a massive new sector, and once the rivers recede, we will need to find a way across it and into the distant canyon. From the often dishonest lenses of Noah's binoculars, they look to be many massive boulders, and a potential for another couple hundred problems. We will see.