Lunch Stop
Here we are at lunch. He we also are at the very end of the pack. A mysterious red truck had been leapfrogging us ever since our last picture stop. More interestingly, the truck had stickers on it, including one labelled 'tail end Charlie'. The real meaning of this was lost on us until just before the lunch stop, where I figured that this constant monitoring and the moniker 'tail end Charlie' were probably related. I asked, and we were told an embarrassing bit of news - we were in fact dead last. Sheepishly we rolled into lunch with everybody cheering and clapping for us. Great - more attention, that's all we need. Sheepishly, Cringingly, we slink off to a far corner of the picnic area to have our lunch. I resolve to myself to cut down on the sightseeing and picture taking.