Onward

Ludendorff, the hippo here.  Locke and Albert, once again, underestimate my intellect and technological abilities.  While they debate whether they have enough rations in our crate to last five weeks, I have been unboxing the Apple computer that Jack's dad so meticulously packed.  It's a bit cramped in this crate, but I managed.  Grace chose to take her doll Camille with her, and unlike Samantha and Sally who tend to argue with me about everything, Camille actually respects my genius.  Before the great separation, I explained to Camille that I might be able to establish some form of electronic communication between crate and Jack -- a cloud of sorts.  Bingo.  She just sent me an update on their latest adventures.  They've been in Cedar City, Utah -- biking, hiking, eating bbq.  


















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