Our picture diaries don't always line up, so I'll try to fill in the few blanks that Keith left. It's Memorial Day, and if a leaping catch in front of a gigantic American flag isn't patriotic, I don't know what is.
(not even close to the biggest flag we saw)
Early in the trip we got a jump start on yearbook photos for next year. Part of being fast is being smug: here Keith nails the stair-strut and the pursed lips half-smile.
You're not going to keep this b-boy from walking it out on the grass.
The next day we hit the links for some L3 training, making sure that we dressed to the proverbial tee.
Golf is really just the means to a greater end, like looking' real fly, wading around in the mudflats looking for balls, and playing with little snakes that you find.
Though layering helps disguise it, don't think for a second that any of us changed clothes for the duration of 5 days. Or showered.