We took a few snaps of the old church before moving on.

At 11:00 am, Doug mics up with me on the radio, and I advise him to go back to camp to get a quad, that we have a monster down.

A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent, / Under the countenance and confederacy / Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife, / The ringleader and head of all this rout, / Have practis'd dangerously against your state...

Lookee sharp—so fashion—alla same mi