We’re sitting in a bar at Phoenix airport waiting for some huge greasy meal, on our way to Houston. It gets no better than this. Or does it? Me and Jamm are like pack mules carrying everything but the kitchen sink. We have our full rigs, plus the big lenses, and didn’t check anything in. It’s all on our backs. Wouldn’t want some unfortunate “accident” to happen somewhere in baggage. Next stop, Houston. And the rental car. Oooh, the omelet has arrived. Time to eat…

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