The most wonderful time of the year

T-minus 1.5 days and counting until I show up to the lovely Oliver field school and behold the usual familiar sights, such as the one at right. Yes, that is a body hanging off the delapidated picnic table, post campfire. I believe this person is alive, but I'm really not too sure. This must be Chammers or Ross. Who knows?

I can't get these bloody PDA's to work either, so we can try mapping digitally. We're supposed to be all high tech testing out these little palm computers to map with but to be honest I think its just even more evidence of my incompetence. At least its not a Brunton. Those things scare the crap out of me.