As I posted previously, my husband went with his rambo friends for a 24 hour mission/camping trip. I had the privilege of driving him and another rambo dude out and back from the camping site. That was interesting.
This remote location was out in the boon docks! 30 minutes past Spanish springs and then another 20 minutes on a dirt road. My husband and his rambo buddy were talking while I drove (so I'd remember where to pick them up). They were each finishing each other's sentences and using so many military abbreviations that I lost track of what the heck they were talking about. All I could think of is oh dear God there's two of them!
No flat tires or blow outs and I didn't get lost in the Nevada desert plus Andy had a great time and came back so filthy Morgan barely recognized him and there was a trail of dirt he left where-ever he went in the house.