Promises, promises... 
I can't believe I didn't take a single shot - so unlike me! The perfect chance was when Brad dragged my sorry butt up Lost Horizon's Fat Crack variation Saturday afternoon, but the batteries were dead and Phil's phone was in the car, dang it.
All the more reason for a repeat.
Funny, I don't recall any such dragging. From the way I saw it your sorry butt did OK by itself.
But, yeah, I don't think anyone but Erik brought a camera? Post up wonderful, sophisticated, erudite, intelligent host, and make it snappy
