Babes of the Buckets

They sit on buckets. What else needs to be said?
Actually, they were about the best campmates you could ask for. Even though we were well provisioned with food, money and coffee, these folks forced food and drink on us to the point of embarrassment, although we weren't embarrassed enough to turn it down. Breakfast borritos, rice'n'beans and coffee. And it didn't hurt that they knew how to cook.

Can't sit on buckets all the time.

Everyone agrees that taking pictures in the morning is a problem. I believe Christy (my wife) is headed towards the facilities.

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