The second ride out we took we were almost done, and Greg laid his bike over and ever so gently tore his pinky to pieces. He traded Chris to drive the Rhino back, The kids were all in with him and it got blood on them because he was holding it up. He had to have surgery on it, they re attached the tendons and sewed all the skin back together, and it was dislocated so it was just flopping. It was not good. He also has a few pieces of beef jerky on his arm and chin. He is lucky it wasn't worse though because he was wearing shorts and a t shirt. Darn.

In all the excitement of getting back to the house and getting Greg help, when the dust settled we started counting heads and came up 2 short. Hayden and Cache....were nowhere to be found. We panicked for a minute until we came outside and heard Cache snoring under a blanket.. It was so cute. We had to wake them after an hour or so, and they were still tired.