631THK – in case this was anyone’s Missouri license plate, we’ve found it on the back of a mini bus here in Kenya. Not in place of the Kenyan identification, in addition, off to the side. I’ve also seen one bearing the Mizzou Tigers logo. I wonder if such references could be made to all the 50 states and if I’m just recognizing those of my own. 30 has been good so far. We finished the charcoal fridge. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that we are enjoying ice cold beverages now, but they don’t maintain the temperature of a camp fire either. We also got the tents patched up that the monkeys destroyed. Only 500 shillings – like 6 and a half dollars – to get a couple sweet war wounds. I am going to write North face and tell them how their superior tent poles withstood the monkey bounce house activity and how the bargain brand collapsed in despair.
Paul collared a hyena. I took pictures and a few measurements. Touched one – checking that off the list. We set traps this time since we weren’t having any luck getting them to come to our free standing bait. Even at that, some of the hyena’s found a way to step around the trap and steal the bait. In counter pursuit, Paul began staking the bait down. We stayed at a camp nearby to check the traps periodically throughout the night and to our glee, night number 2 produced a hyena. We’ve named her Pizza Hut. Ask not why, but rather why not? Okay why; some friends of ours are having a baby, to which the womb name Showbiz has been given. Instead of naming the hyena in direct overlap with the incubating lad, we decided to honor his life with a parallel. Showbiz Pizza, Pizza Hut will look after you from afar. Perhaps Pizza Hut’s serious, representative name can just be Hut or P.H – for those scientists that think it’s reasonable to name an animal with numeric code, but unreasonable to name one after an American fast food chain. We’ve switched our focus to lions since then. There’s a group hanging out by the river we’ve been camping at. Samantha’s boyfriend, Johann, came down with his little Jack Russell, Diesel, for the weekend and a morning of searching for the lions ended at this little overlook we’ve named leopard’s landing. Paul and Johann stepped out of the car and Paul was explaining to Johann how this name came to be - all the leopard tracks we saw when we first discovered it and how the group of lions we’ve been searching for have been in the area as well – when Diesel jumped out of the car and ran over to the edge of the bushes and growled. The growl was returned with a parallel sentiment, but with a tune that well out ranked any tune in “the jungle” they would say. So I guessed that we found the lions. We all guessed that and both boys and dog leaped back into the car. I’m thankful that there still is a dog, the lions sent out there warning to Diesel and then we saw them run away behind us. Quite the pup to stare a lion straight in the face and express annoyance with it being there. I suppose that there are those amongst us that will read this with utmost concern for the boys, but the dog was really the only affordable meal - the boys were barely past the car’s exterior.
In conclusion, it happens to be Mustache March in Bozeman – Paul is competing from afar. He’s been growing rogue for the last 3 weeks and just carved out a nice little mustache for the final week. I’m including a picture so everyone can benefit from the sight. We hope to have many community meetings during its stay.
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