Industrial-strength gloating
At Bivouac the morning commute is a journey with many legs. Last week involved trucks, a barge, a boat, a helicopter. At the end of the day we do it all again in reverse, except for those lucky suckas who get to avoid the multi-stage return voyage by flying back to the heli-base with the pilot. Usually I'm one of the poor bastards frowning into the sunset as the Jet Ranger disappears over the horizon. Not this time. Here's the video. I'll keep it up until my puny traffic quota gets overwhelmed. Sorry, the video turned into a pumpkin.
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