#static and distant sounds..
#schhh come in commander
# repeat...route mmm in commander
The bleary eyed realisation that the radio was making a noise. It's been a long time. Given all the other glitches, I wouldn't have thought twice about thinking it was broken. But the voice was insistent....unless....is it in my head?
# I repeat, this is Commander #Bones# en route to your location, come in Commander
Bones.....ribs....bbq sauce....ouch....what the? oh...yes that's right. The solitude of the dark side has lead to sleeping in the buggy. Saves time boarding see....plus...it's hard to leave the ship...it's warm and oh so comfortable. I don't recall getting back pain from the pilots chair, not like this buggy
# Come in Commander
yes yes, I'm here. uh huh..uh huh...wait, what? now?.....yikes! I must look like some kind of hairy alien, but it's too bad. the Commander is only a few minutes away - it'll take longer than that to get Cleopatra II back down here, let alone board, shave and disembark. Oh well.
The sight of another SRV was.....moving. The sight of a hovering 'Conda....awe inspiring.
And so it came to pass that Cmdr #Bones# hung out for a while. I did offer a coffee, but after hearing the recycle count was getting close to 10,000 he politely refused. Not sure why, the stale taste is hardly noticeable.
We did about 30km in the buggy's, traveling the endless route West. These may well go down as the *only* kilometres not done alone and I'm glad to have been able to take a few photo's to mark the occasion.