Leaving the Cascades, we followed Hwy 2 past the tourist trap of Winthrop, an old time time of yester-year that markets itself as much. Avoiding said traps (knowing full well it would not be the last) we continued to our destination of Newman Lake, WA.

Once arriving at the Bock cabin, we foolishly walked down the driveway unarmed. Jeff, Paddy, and Ed took us by surprise with a barrage of water gun shots. We scrambled back to the car, grabbed our Super Soakers, and came back blazing. Though avoiding the artilary shots from the water balloon sling, getting soaked was inevitable.

After laughing at our stupidity for not being prepared, we were greeted by everyone at the cabin with heaping plates of spaghetti and wine.

That night was a round of "bad candy" poker, whose name suggests the outcome of losing a round. I was also given the name Padre after being handed a serape and straw hat, which seemed an appropriate match with my new moustache. This new handle proved quite useful as I was now a "man of the cloth" for the weekend.