Well, since I don't feel like double posting on the thread the following statement is more appropriate on, I'll say it here: Though I doubt anybody noticed (it's fine, I wasn't gone that long), I went snow-camping for most of Saturday and Sunday. It was just as cold, painful, wet, and pointless--nay, moreso--than when I did it three years ago. Keep in mind that this was all but involuntary, as (and you probably don't know this) I'm a Boy Scout and need 20 nights of camping before I can get going on the Camping merit badge. Even so, I would've passed on it, but I shirked a lot in the past and now I need to be quick before I turn 18 and I'm out (never really wanted to join in the first place, but I guess I've learned some important stuff over the years and Eagle Scout looks good on any resume). As for my bro... well, someone had to do this with me. Pic(s) may or may not show up eventually.