We spent Friday (the 22nd) driving to Big Pine from the Bay Area, and Friday night at Glacier Lodge. Despite the rather cushy sounding name, the Lodge itself burnt down years ago (they do still have cabins though), so we were in a campsite. The campsites come complete with piped water. When we woke up, the near-freezing water had been dripping all night and forming this ice cylinder. I was, and still am, amazed! I've never seen anything like it, and likely never will again. (one would imagine that there was some sort of stick or rod recently removed, but no one else was around the campsite)

On the ride up Sam had been reading a Conan book, and was full of stories about him from comics, books and movies. All had titles with the word "Conan" in them. Bud took this and ran with it... referring to him as "Conan the Accountant," "Conan the Choreographer," "Conan the Garden Gnome" etc. a different description every time his name was mentioned.