No Turning Back

     At some point during the planning of this excursion we all agreed that some sort of tattoo to commemorate it was in order. After a bit of deliberation we all agreed to get an anchor. No specific anchor. No specific place. No specific size. Just an anchor.....somewhere. So here we go. A complete photo essay on the making of Andy's tattoo.

     4 1/2 hours of pain, is how Andy refers to it this morning. Nate was real nice and fuckin good at what does. Check out his stuff here.
     It's also worth mentioning that we were up at the buttcrack of dawn for Andy's HAM radio exam. As usual, our resident kiwi represented beautifully and is now a card carrying radio operator. There you have, and here's one more pun for the Henkel on crew; Anchor's Away!