After we ran out of light, we ran aground and partied like any good stag party should.  Although we were a bit low on the traditional entertainment.

So instead of exotic dancing, we checked out Steve’s tattoos.

Hey, like it mattered.  We had a good time.

Oh yeah, make sure the groom wears the safety gear.

Jefe didn’t get the chance.  Nice push…

Dude…you peed on me.

Our campsite.

After a leisurely breakfast of leftover hot dogs and pickles, we went cliff jumping.

See if you can spot the local.

Ahhh….there’s the ‘talent’.

Another round of cliff diving….

…and a near miss…

…and Abe closes ‘er out.

I haven’t heard how the wedding went, but here’s to the new married couple.  All the best for many years to come.