If you look in the doorway, I saw a little baby crawling around in the dirt. I'm thankful Quinn was born near Boston children's hospital.
Most of the work I did involved climbing towers.
The is a picture I took of myself shortly after the wind almost took me off balance. I needed a moment to regain my composer and I wanted to see what I looked like all flustered.
The heat was pretty miserable considering the work we were trying to do.
A Colombian sailor dropped his cell phone in the water, so he fetched a boy off the street to dive in and get it for him. The boy did, and got no money for his services.
We were well guarded at all times during our trips to the remote outposts, but a guard dog mistook me for an intruder and gave me a bite.
So there's a few pics from the trip. I'm glad to be home celebrating my wife's first mothers day. Being gone for a few weeks gave an interesting perspective on just how fast kids grow. Quinn looks bigger, sounds older, and has developed more skills since I've been gone. Steph brought him to the airport to pick me up, and I've never experienced that kind of a homecoming. It was terrific laying eyes on a happy and healthy little boy.