The gang descends on Johns Island (where it almost never rains) for a long weekend of camping, overeating, and general frivolity.

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A "Top Quintile" summer afternoon in the San Juans.

A remarkably unafraid deer with a decided fondness for bananas.

The Men discussed economics, politics, philosophy, and other matters of import.

There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad camping gear.

The secret to Kalua Pork is slow cooking, banana leaves, and a beach umbrella.

Four star dining, delivered to your door, anywhere on the island.

Dick narrowly survives a near fatal dose of barbecued pork.

Bo demonstrates an excellent understanding of dog consciousness.

The appearance of the Sun in the Far West brings the crowd out of hiding.

Dick and Laura make a run for it. Watch out for that rock, Dick.

If I recall correctly the line was, "Link pinks for a Sharing Circle."

Lily and Lucia in their element.

The captain's brave wife watches as her husband sets off to sea once again.

And on Sunday, as if by magic, the island was suddenly deserted.

One of the native islanders salutes the setting sun with the somewhat traditional blowing of the conch.

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