We thought we ought to have a photo of the family for Christmas cards, so thanks to Nic for snapping this one of us:
The sun was rapidly setting, and we still hadn't seen KC. When we heard the throaty exhaust and the whine of the supercharger, we realized he was close.
He and Mia informed us they had not only one but -two- (gasp!) flat tires. Neither were blowouts,and the bead remained intact, but required stopping and adding air. We were grateful that it wasn't any worse.
Needless to say, the area is beautiful. I took a few more photos before getting camp set up for the night, and enjoying the company of great friends.
The night was much warmer than before, with a virtually full moon, and perfectly clear skies. I was able to walk around and do what I needed to do without the aid of my headlamp.
After everyone had gone to sleep, I spent some alone time catching some moonlight, and enjoying that peaceful silence of the desert.
I also briefly read through the new Overland Journal which conveniently came in the mail the day before we left town...