<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Things are turning just jolly.  The group seems wary(?) over a round being offered, but one bloke catches my eye and tips his glass before taking a sip.  I mimic the motion and smile.  Smiling has to be one of those universally approved things (I hope.  I may have to ask Jekesai about that.  It is not jolly that one needs to question all one’s behavior.)  But it is jolly that we’ll be in tents.  Tents speak of adventure.  Always.  Why even when I was a wee ‘un . . .<em>Hee-hee!</em><br/><br/>It’s not lost on me that Jekesai is interested in logistics of camp setup.  I clean my plate and smile,<strong>“So some distance to go and then it’s getting on with setting the camp.  I daresay I can pull my weight there.  *Wink*  Let’s go shall we?”</strong><br/>