We're home after our week in the (beautiful) northern highlands of Tanzania. The nature of our trip was hard to describe. We have a dear friend who was/is dealing with a crisis and basically just needed us around. This friend does good work that we believe in. Byron did a lot of running around, helping to attend to things there. I'm glad we could go. It's good to ruck.
However, the most important thing about today is not that we are home. No, the really important thing is that it's Trevor's 18th birthday. Happy Birthday, way over there in California, Trev. We miss you!
I will not write more now. You have no idea how good my bed is looking after a week of sleeping on the ground or the floor :-)
I promise you nice photos soon.