Awesome, the big stuff is in the can.  We can coast the rest of the week.

I think Ben was stoked that there wasn’t going to be any more sandbagging by the locals, too.  It’s tough coming into town as a hired gun, because everyone wants a dance.  It was just the three of us out in Powers Creek today (me, Ben, and Trevor), so that made it a lot more chill.

That and Powers is always a good time.  After we wrapped up shooting for the day, we cruised on over to our next destination, the AP Guest Ranch and the town of Merritt.

That’s either a big hat or a small Newfie.  Or both.  Now try to guess which empty pink pie is Boyko’s.  I don’t think Trivial Pursuit is his cup o’ tea somehow.