Back in the SLC

Good times were had. Spent many nights at the Bayou justifying MBs membership there. Played basketball. Got paid. Sold bread with the HSM kids. Hiked in the wilderness. Broke my fast with coffee and Belgian Ale. Hot, very hot. Confronted MBs nemesis at the Red Rock (thought about it at least). There were many activities. Many many activities.

This is a picture of MB kicking my ass at the Sue Rich:



I seem to perform consistently poorly there:





This is a picture of MBs huge feet (huger than mine):



This is a picture of Cerberus:



This is Gus moving in even closer:



This is a picture of the deep-fried Twinkie we ate:



This is a picture of MB and his ale:



This is a picture of the fine putt-putt course somewhere south of the SLC (Dr. Write places her ball)



This is a picture of Ross running ahead:



There was also a batting cage here. We took some cuts. I performed badly, sigh, worse than some 11-year-old twerp hitting the cover off the ball next to us.