Speaking of golf, the boys spent Friday having a nice game of golf at the local high end course while the rest of poor saps were winding our way north – geez, I guess some guys are (1) smarter, (2) better organized, or (3) just plain lucky. Meanwhile later that day, Floyd and I were patiently waiting back at base camp, hoping the seven of us would have dinner at the lodge, but little did we know that we were competing with the young lovelies who were serving them back at the 19
th hole. In the end, it didn’t matter as we had drink, smoke, and mosquitos to keep us company. At this point we learned that Cookie was unfortunately a last minute cancellation due his father’s illness.