Thanks Wesley. I figure Briscoe is out there every few days getting dirt under his fingernails. I can picture a few of us like a bunch of Chevy Chases out there stirring up dust and knocking stuff over, maybe busting a few rocks and plinking rattlesnakes. I hope they have some picnic tables when we break for lunch. I would enjoy my tuna salad sandwiches and oatmeal cookies and a gallon of water after a morning digging around in the dirt and rocks. Here's hoping for good news in the interim.