Then it was time for the shovel-olympics. Being errant geologists, we had no fewer than four shovels. 7 nationalities were represented, though sadly, as always, I was all alone representing the southern hemisphere. The with a large representation of Americans, there was a few defections, in particular to China. The events consisted of shovel javelin, shovel discus (which was more like shovel evasive action), digging a hole, dizzy shovel (shotgun a beer, run around shovel 10 times with face on shovel, then run to the water and back), shovel limbo, and shovel possession knockout. I even remembered to fill in the holes afterwards so noone died.
As always, an extraordinarily fun, rejuvenating weekend.