Clyde's Travel Log - Summer 2016

Summer in Easaraigh, 
Meridian Grand Tournament 
and Kingdom Fighter's Collegium
Summer, 2016

Greetings friends!

It's been a while since I last posted. Ill catch up on a few things in this posting. Please forgive any percieved rambling. This will not be a standard 'event report'.

This summer has been long and a hot one. Ive taken on responsibility as Knight Marshal for the Shire of Easaraigh and turned over Seneschal to Lady Asa Kolbrun. Living in a small Shire, everyone is needed to serve or the shire does not exist. Ive held a shire office (Reeve, Seneschal, KM) non-stop since 2007. That is the sacrifice I make for my hobby. This is not complaint, just an observation. The Society does not work without the service commitment of its membership. I think this particular 'modus operandi' of the SCA is best demonstrated in the Canton and Shire of the SCA. Being of the 'Shirefolk', I feel some envy for the Barony's of our Society. But, I check myself after remembering the old saying 'With great power, comes great responsibility'. While living in a small Shire often means your efforts can be overlooked and go unnoticed, I find great appreciation for the 'country' life we have. 

We cancelled many fighter practices this summer for the heat. Not a great thing with us having half a dozen new heavy fighters training up. But, I was able to take some of that lost time and gear it toward armoring. So, it wasnt a total loss and some of our new folk are well on their way to authorization. In fact, we just authorized Styrbjorn Gunnarsson (CONGRATS!) this weekend after KFC. That's the first heavy authorization in Easaraigh in probably 20 years or so. Yay for us and thanks to Earl Sir Benen. Its nice to have a peer in the neighborhood.

I was able to go to Merdian Grand Tournament on the 10th of September. Ellen and I day-tripped with several folks from Easaraigh (shown in pic). It was at Camp Discovery. For those of you who havent been there, CD is one of, if not the, best venues around for Meridies. Its a spectacular site with excellent views.

MGT was a not my best moment on the field. This was my first time fighting at this event. So, I signed up for everything, 4 tournaments in all. The first tournament is the Armatura (that's me with the round shield above), sponsored by our Legion of the Bear. Its a fast moving 3 on 3 bear pit activity with random teams queued from a PEZ dispenser (in effect, not actual). I died a lot. I laughed even more. My brain was in kid-mode for at least 30 minutes or so of non-stop action. When you are 40-something, as I am, kid-mode is great while its happening. But, once the endorphines are burned out, the pain sets in and I found my self feeling a little bit of the dreaded heat monster. After 30 minutes of all out joy, I was done. My day was shot. It took me another 2 hours to realize though. I marshalled the Saber Tourney. Then sat the rest of the day.

During the Saber Tourney I met Jochi. It was a brief encounter of comrades in sport. A friendly gentleman in his prime, having a good time. He was lost to us this week. From the outpouring on the Book of Faces, it sounds like he would have been a good guy to know. I have reflected on my own loses of friends and family in recent years. The loss of the light extinguished is sad. While I did not know him, I still have that memory of him from MGT and the brief impressions he made on me that brought a smile to my experiences on that day. Every encounter you have with another person matters, regardless of how brief it is. In this case, I have a fond memory of a good dude and that's 'not nothing'.

So, my MGT day was a flash in the pan that went from youthful exuberence to an overheated mess. It was still an excellent event even with my misfortune. I got to spend a day with my Shirefolk and my wife. I witnessed some of the very best of Meridian heavy combat. When the rains came, I helped usher our people to shelter. I witnessed elevations and the announcement of Corbins imminent MOD (Grats again dude). It was a good day.

A couple of weeks later in September, I went to Fighter's Collegium with Styrbjorn. This is us late Saturday afternoon.

Our Meridian Fighter's Collegium is a great place of learning and socializing. This year I got to spend some time with Brun and Satara refreshing my combat archery authorization and learning some of the marshalling aspects of combat archery. I listened on a range class Sir Ciaus taught. Good stuff there. I sat in a class with Duke Kenneth, Graf Ulric, and Sir Mandin for new fighters. I did this to help me with my training skills for new fighters. Everyone thinks they can train a new fighter but I dont want to take that for granted. Learn all you can and share with others. I also did a few pickups with Decimus, Sir Ciaus and Sir Jake while obliging the 'dont fight people you see all the time' rule. It was a fairly long day. I learned some new things, refreshed some old things and got to socialize with some good folks without a visit from the heat monster that found me at MGT. A very good day indeed.

An Dun Thiene did an excellent job with MGT at a site that many would consider 'extremely' basic. It was a very nice place and the weather was great. All the food served was very good. Good job by ADT in hosting the event.

As I get further into this hard push of the fall 2016 event calendar for Meridies, many realizations are setting in. 

I love this hobby. Im not a spring chicken. Hard play equals hard recovery. I dont know how much gas is left in my tank, but I do enjoy doing what we do. Its not just the fighting either, even though I am strongly attached to that part of the game. I enjoy just being there and participating. I enjoy helping my shire and the new folks that have come on board. 

I also have a personal oath I made to myself to figure out this sponsorship thing that is unresolved. Thats on the top of my to do list now. It has been no easy feat getting 'my mind right' for this task. The loss my friend and peer is always felt when the subject arises and always will be. It makes the conversation tough. I need to stop wearing the belt in memorium (self realization). The memories that I associated with my belt are my memories and the belt has been focus for them. This belt represents more than my attachment with my dear friend lost. The belt should not or ever have been a token of memorial. I need to restore the ideals of the belt's intended purpose. 

I don't know if peerage is still in my cards (or if it ever was that matter). Is peerage a viable goal? I think so. My thirst for knowledge and the want to 'serve' is still there and strong. Along with that is the need to share the knowledge I have and the service I have yet to give. My heart is still willing, even if my body is not as able as it once was. I look forward to the perspectives and insights that a new 'teacher' will provide. I feel that is enough to make the continued effort worthwhile.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. Ill be at Bacon Bash this weekend. Hope to see you there.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Iris Faire 2016

Iris Faire 2016
Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)
Barony of Glaedenfeld
April 15-17, 2016

On the 16th of April, I attended Iris Faire and the Baronial Investiture of Glaedenfeld.

It was a very good day for all in attendance, but it was a strange day for me as I look back on it.

Iris Faire represented the 1 year mark since I returned to the fighting field. It was also the return of a Baronial seat in Glaedenfeld. If those two things are not enough, the day also represented the erasure of a black mark in Meridian history that was presided over by my late knight and his lady when they were on the throne. Lots of weird feelings to say the least.

The day was beautiful. It was the very best example of a spring day of northern Meridies that Mother Nature gifted to the Glaedenfelders. I brought out Hadi's banner for the event. Im not normally spiritual, but if felt like he needed to be there to witness the restoration of Glaedenfeld and see one of his own ascend to the Baronial seat. 

For the past year I have seen a lot of our western neighbors. This is a group operating at a high level. Everyone I have met in the group is welcoming and friendly. They are outgoing and generous. The chemistry of this group is special in no uncertain terms. They truly seem to enjoy each others company. You don't always see that in an SCA group. It is rare and precious and, as far as I can tell, it is being nurtured with great care in Glaedenfeld. 

For my part, I witnessed very little of the event activities. After arriving and setting up my sunshades for our shire attendees (there were 11 of us), I turned into a turnip and planted my self next to the tourney field. Not the best thing I could have done with my day, but I enjoyed my ringside seat no-less. So, here are my observations from my perch. Really a shape considering the effort my wife, Lady Ellen, put into my new fighting garb. I can at least say I looked good on the field for what little time I spent on it.

The Investiture ceremony occurred early in the day. My brother Sir Griffin and Mistress Stephanie looked most regal in the green tones of their baronial garb. The Glaedenfelders appeared to be floating on air all day long. There was the sacrifice of a sheep and reading of its 'parts' (no animals were actually harmed). I honestly missed most of the dialogue. But, I could see the enjoyment of all those involved.

The winds picked up during the investiture court and I had to jump up to catch a popup shade turned tumbleweed (with some help). After it was caught and stowed, we offered the owners half of our sunshade. Turns out we inherited a large crowd from Gleann Ahbhan and Trimaris to include Duke John Bearkiller and Duke Padruig. Funny how things turn out. They were all good company and were very appreciative. One small act of kindness achieved. Very cool.

My home shire, Easaraigh, presented two gifts to the Barony. The first was a tapestry of a tree with heraldry of all the regions groups showing Glaedenfeld at its heart. The second gift was a humble table of aspen and oak of a Greek design (look ma, only 3 legs). We presented them out of court. As we had presumed and witnessed later, court was long. While we didn't get the populace's appreciation of a court presentation, that is not my shire's way. The gift's were not for recognition, they were for our friend's and neighbor's who have been so gracious and supportive to us.

I fought in the heavy list, in a way. The list had 34 combatants. To prevent many bye fights, 4 of us fought out of list, best 2 out of 3 to whittle the list down to 32. I was lucky enough to be drawn in the 4. I walked onto the field with Arlen MacBlair MeicKane. He was fighting with a bad wheel so started on his knees. This took me by surprise, so I dropped to my knees to start the fight even. We traded the first two passes. In the third, I took his arm. I gave another act of chivalry and fought him with my right hand to his left. After a few exchanges, he bounced one off my grill and I was done. I sat the rest of the day until the tourney was over. Arlen went on and fought honorably all day. He went far into the list even with his injury. Im glad he had a good day.

Looking back on it, I exited the last Iris Faire tourney on an act of chivalry. Seems I still have something to work on. Act of Chivalry is OK, but don't put yourself at a disadvantage. Earl Benen provide the much need constructive commentary upon my return to my seat. It was good to hear his thoughts. Im glad he is coming out more. For my part, its just a silly habit I picked up somewhere. It is to a point now where I am penalizing myself rather than honoring my opponent. Hard lesson learned. Will I do it again. Probably. I just need to start balancing my advantage better in the strategy of the game and start minimizing bad habits.

The list ran long into the afternoon. Duke Thomas pulled out the win over Haldr from Rising Stone. Looked like a well fought list. Our own Earl Benen did very well in the list, so our shire did have some representation besides me. 

Credit to M'lady Racaire for the fighting photos.

At the end of the list I managed a some pickups. If I recall correctly, I exchanged blows Sir Bart, Count Mordan, Duke Thomas and Haldr before taking off my armor. All were excellent fights. I managed to get a few takeways to work on from it and other than being ate up by Duke Thomas, did not fair badly.

Court started soon after. It was long, as I said before. But there was much happiness. 2 elevations to Laurel, many principle inductees into the new Glaedenfeld orders and other recognitions. Joy. Gifts. The end. Hail Hydra!

My Easaraigh party returned to our shade. Shortly before court, Her Excellency Stephanie, honored us with the gift of three seats at high table for our three newcomers. I escorted them to the feast hall and turned them over to the care of Glaedenfeld. When I returned to the shade, Styrbjorn and Marek had fired up the grills and were cooking our shire meal. It had been a long day. 7 of us sat under the shade and chatted as we cooked and then ate. We have a most pleasant shire group and it was an enjoyable, relaxing close to the day.

Our newcomers returned soon after with broad smiles upon their faces. They were full, content, and very energized. Our Glaedenfeld friends provided a most excellent end to their day. Thanks to his Majesty Adhemar, and Their Excellencies Sir Gõcauo, Mistress Sibéal, Sir Griffin and Mistress Stephanie. I think the people they helped nurture with the simple act of good company over a meal will grow to be strong Scadians in the near future. They were most impressed. 

This Iris Faire I witnessed the restoration of greatness lost. I saw good friends being raised up. Our Shire of Easaraigh showed itself to be a good friend and neighbor. We exposed newcomers to a true, fully involved SCA event. I shared in the company of my shire and enjoyed all of it. Sometimes its not what we do but what we don't that makes a good event. Just being there. Witnessing kingdom history. Sharing in the celebration and happiness. Sometimes, that all it takes to make a good event.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Musings -1 year later

Spring 2016

1 Year Later

I started the Hadi Banner Tour a year ago at Gulf Wars XXIV in honor of my fallen peer, mentor, friend and brother. As I end my 1 year quest, I am taking the time to review. 

At the time of his passing, my SCA participation was token at best. I was a local participant that rarely leaves the home group. I was a member of the SCA that barely did anything the SCA stands for. I had recently become Seneschal of Easaraigh again after being Reeve for several years. My SCAdian life was one of minimal service to the local group and nothing more. I had little meaning or substance in my SCA.

Hadi's passing made me re-think many things. My relationship with him was something I have thought long and hard about this year. He was a big brother and father-like at times when I was younger. He was my best man. He was a friend at all times. He was what I needed him to be. I never asked much of him, nor did he ask much of me. We never talked a lot. But, when we did it was meaningful to us. He was important to me. I felt his loss deeply and still do. Time has dulled some of the emotion, but not all.

As an outlet for my grief, I turned back to the world he and I shared and where much of my memories of him reside. I have rediscovered the SCA to some extent. I think I still have further to go, but I have found a new comfort with the SCA that I had lost. Many say the SCA is different now. I agree. The 50 year SCA is much different that the 20 something SCA I started out in. But, it's beating heart is still there. I have heard it late at night in the quiet of the event and in the joy of a fighter practice. You just need to pay attention. The pulse is strong.

I returned to the fighting field. I found I can still hold my own. Im not overly impressive, but have a few surprises for the unwary. Few on the field these days remember me in armor. Many of the fighters I saw as equals in my early days are Archdukes in their own right. Many more are peers. Some of the opponents I cross paths with are little more than half my age now. It can be daunting, but challenging as well. And everyone is so much more better trained these days. 

A good portion of the chivalry I see in my area are of the lineage of the tree I share with Hadi's belt. It is humbling to know that and see it. Peer lineage in the SCA is a funny thing where 'generations' are so close together you get to see 3, 4 or even 5 generations on a field at the same time. 

I have met many new peers and witnessed a few elevations. They are a lot different now than when Hadi was elevated. But, no less special. We have some very good peers in my region. Ive enjoyed meeting them. Both old and new, they all uphold the dream well.

I have found pleasure rendering service to others again. Its a thing that I learned well in house Aspiring as a young man. The real art and joy of it is not doing things because you were told or asked, but perceiving a need and fulfilling it. Its a simple thing but elusive. I still have room to improve. I think Ive had some successes though. Even more important to me, I think I have helped mold and influence others with the mindset. Once you start, its hard to stop. 

While I haven't been to as many events as I had hoped since GW XXIV or met as many people as I wanted, I was more SCAdian in the past year than I have been in years. I rekindled some stagnant friendships, rediscovered some lost friends and made many new ones. I'm thankful for them all. Several stories have been shared over the year involving Hadi. Some long, some short, but all special and emotional and full of joy. Thank you.

New and old friends have made this year bearable on the front end and eventually enjoyable as my grief was replaced by fond memory. Many have offered support and have allowed me to speak to you in confidence. I thank everyone who has put up with me, shared conversation with me and just allowed me to take part in your version of the SCA. 

Ive refocused my efforts on my Shire. Easariagh has always been a small group that ebbs and flows from struggling to strong. She has good footing these days I think and I hope that bodes well for the future.

Additionally, Ive decided to continue my apprenticeship and have started my search for a new mentor. I think Im going about it the right way. I hope I am. As I search for a new guide, if you see me, any advice you might care to share will be appreciated.

So, now I walk the same old path with renewed effort in an older more mature SCA with the memory of my fallen peer in my heart. While I don't currently have a mentor sharing the path with me, I do not feel alone. 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Gulf Wars XXV

Gulf Wars XXV

King's Arrow Ranch

Kingdom of Gleann Abhann

March 13-20, 2016

The last stop of the Hadi Banner tour, Gulf Wars XXV.

My trusted companion, Marek, and I journeyed to southern Gleann Abhann to visit the former Meridian lands and see what the warring Kingdoms of Ansteorra and Trimaris were up to.

This year, we camped in Foxes Den with our Meridian neighbors of Glaedenfeld (soon to be a shiny new barony). We arrived early on Tuesday after an uneventful nighttime journey from Easaraigh into the southern reaches of the known world.

Tuesday was a long day. Marek and I found the journey had taken its toll on us. We were bagged and not much for anything serious. We did find our shiremate, Styrbjorn, who had mistakenly camped in the main Meridian encampment after receiving some bad information on where the Glaedenfeld camp actually was. Marek and I rudely fell asleep on him as we sat in front of our tent reviewing the event schedule. Sorry about that. We also checked in Earl Benen and Countess Rosabel, who had traveled down earlier in the week to market their wares. 

Later on Tuesday, we joined the others in our camp in the common area to dine. The food was good and plentiful with pleasant and friendly conversation. Marek and I found the Glaedenfeld camp to be a jovial and welcoming place. They have a good group of people there and we were happy to share in their company.

Wednesday broke with a slow start as Marek and I lost track of time while we welcomed the day. I eventually got my self in good order and performed my camp chores before attending a class concerning Troll and Paypal as my shire has some questions on the new digital payment solution. Marek and I spent most of the day enjoying the the site as spectators. We ran into a few friends and just went where the event carried us. It was a good, relaxing day. At the end of the day as we supped with our camp companions, I discovered Mistress Constanza was in need of some help for the Meridian Social later that evening. I volunteered myself and my contingent from Easaraigh (consisting of Marek, Strybjorn and I) to assist. 

At this point, I must say that my Shiremates and I are of the same mind in offering our service, there was no force or encouragment required in this venture. Easaraigh is full of individuals well grounded in the service culture of the SCA and it is a blessing to share the experience with them. So, when I offered our service my companions did not ask what or why, they only asked where do we need to be.

To that end, we mounted my war wagon and journeyed to Bede Hall by way of the royal apartments where we retrieved supplies. Our duty this eve was to provide edible refreshment to the guests. The Easaraighians, along with Moreg, Stephanie, Ysabel, Corbin, Valdrick, and Constanza (All wonderful and outstanding peers, titles dropped to save me from carpal tunnel) prepared and served hors d'oeuvres, cake and other delecacies to the guests throughout the evening. We shared the easy comradarie that often comes with common activity and ended our day with a pleased countenance from a job done well, service rendered with joy, and an excellent company shared.

Marek and I shared a funny in that last year, contents of my pouch proved invaluable to success of the Known World Party. This year, it was the knife from my kit that proved to be an important part of the Meridian Social cutting cheese and cake alike with all the ease and grace such an instrument can bring to bear. At this point, I believe that the lessons drilled into my by Hadi and Ameraulde on having a well stocked 'squires kit' have made the contents of my kit as much a part of my usefulness as any other service I render. Lesson Learned - A well stocked squires kit is a key to making an average squire into Batman. I'm Batman.

Thursday was the final day of the event for us. Though, we did not know it that morning.

I chose to fight in the field battles on Thursday. Since they were in the afternoon, I wandered site to take a few pictures. I was able to witness some jousting, youth melee and coursing. Additionally, rapier and heavy champions battles were occurring.

Later in the morning, I donned my kit, got inspected and mustered with the Meridian contingent for the battle. Not having a specific unit to run with, I fell in with some people I knew (Legio, John and others) and just tried to be where I was needed. Which, being a big shieldman, was the shield wall. 

Moment of reflection... I found it ironic that my journey with Hadis banner over the past year has led me back to a place I am so familiar with. The shield wall is a role I have filled many times, but this is the first time in many years that I have stood the wall with other Meridians. More thoughts on this later.

The Meridian contingent was over 100 strong. A fine showing. My own part in the battles was mostly short lived. With the shouts of 'Ballista', 'Arrow', and 'Rock' I plied my trade in the wall with the new squire Drago and new SCAdian 'Doc'. I had fun, did not get hurt or hurt anyone, took my blows and enjoyed the act of working in the wall. The rains set in early in the battles and eventually forced a close on the activity due to distant thunder that was a portent of what was to come.

At this point on Thursday, spirits were high. Meridies had represented well. The cool rain known as 'fat man fighting weather' brought a smile to my face. It was a good day.

I wandered back to the tent and waited for the rain to subside so I could shower. Marek joined up with me at the tent and we watched the rain fall while trying to stay out of it. Eventually, there was a break and I showered and sat down for dinner that Nikolai had prepared in camp.

As I was finishing my meal, we noted the sound of geese honking as they flew by. Shortly there after, the sky fell.

Events from this point were fast and furious. I remember a group of people running in the rain through camp into the ravine. The common tent started to shake and the canvas slapped. We had all risen and were trying to drop flaps and close doors. Whoosh. The tent was down and everyone scrambled. Marek, Song, Kehinde and I found ourselves holding down the kitchen tent (quite literally) with a young man from the upper den. I watched the weather through an open door holding two poles. The rain blew in many unnervingly weird directions (anything but down is strange in my book). I check on the boy, 'You doin' OK?' 'Yes' is the answer. Back to my poles and open door. Im soaked. The trees leaned in different directions. Mistress Stephanie and Anabele joined us as their tent began lose its footing. More rain. Wind. Panicked shouts. A group of people streamed into the tent from the ravine seeking shelter. A need for a dry towel. A wet and crying child. Holding the tent. Rain slacks. Checking stakes and ropes. Resetting all the ropes and stakes on the side of the tent Marek was on. He must have actually been the only thing holding the tent in place on that end. Rain down to a drizzle. Shouts across the camp. 'Is everyone OK down there!?'. Yes. Wet, shocked, but OK. 

That. Happened. Mother natures version of Shock and awe. Gulf Wars, for the most part, came to a close with a thunderous roar and silence.

In the following calm, Marek and I went to assess our campsite to find it flattened. Like so many others that evening, our tent and its contents were strewn across the ground and soaked through. Our event was most definitely over. Luckily, we had decided to move my truck closer to the tent knowing that we would be stuck where we had parked if left there. So, we loaded the truck as best we could, any way we could. The rain started again. It was a miserable way to pack. But, we found time to laugh at our condition. Its just stuff. Just because its wet, doesn't change that. It's still just stuff.

After packing we found most of the Glaedenfeld crew piled into a toasty kitchen tent with the stove burning for warmth and passing around so beverages to warm the insides. As Marek and I had nothing dry to slip in or on and only one set of dry clothes, we found a hotel room for the night.

After a dry sleep and breakfast, Marek and I returned to site to help with the cleanup and packing at Foxes Den. I must say that the urge to flee back to Easaraigh was strong. But, the urge to do the 'right thing' was stronger. Marek and I both agreed, that we must return to site to help.

The rest of the morning was spent breaking down camp and loading. While everyone was tired and wet, spirits were high. Its moments such as these that the SCA's spirit is revealed. Any outsider would have looked at King's Arrow that day and said they saw a miserable, disaster area. I saw teamwork, dedication of the common good, care for fellow human beings, and esprit de corps. Friday. The day of cleanup was the best day of the war. 

Marek and I headed home as the rains started again. We dropped in on Benen and Rosabel for a dry shirt and managed to pickup a few other sundries on our way out. 

Its been a little over a year since Hadi passed. My year long quest to carry his banner and find the SCA we loved comes to an end. My journey has taken me back into an SCA that is different and one that I have neglected. With his banner I have attended tourneys, wars and collegiums. I have participated in and been part of the essence of the Society at its core. He has been with me to see the best Meridies has to offer and shared in my journey. I have found the old SCA that I knew and I believe that I have helped put a small breath of life back into it. I am once again starting to find comfort and contentment in my surroundings. Not so much a stranger now as I once felt. I have found the SCA home that I once lived in. The last lesson Hadi has provided me is that you can go home again.

Now a new journey begins. I have spoken with Ameraulde and my squire brothers (Griffin and Kyppyn) and have decided to seek a sponsor. As I retire Hadi's banner from the field, I will seek a guide that will help me on my way with the help of my House Aspiring family. This new adventure will be challenging in ways that I do not yet know. But I go into it with an open mind and looking forward.

Over the year I have found that I am capable of continuing on the path. This time around, I feel the 'want' to actually move forward instead of merely being on it. Ive come to the conclusion that the ultimate tribute to my late friend and mentor would be to succeed in the opportunity he set before me so long ago. I will not talk of peerage though. That is an achievement that only others can bestow. Instead, I will challenge myself to learn and grow. I will try to exhibit those qualities that we all hope a peer has. These are things that are attainable and that I have control of. As I set myself on the path wholeheartedly again, I look forward to the adventure with my fallen mentor in my heart, a new mentor guiding my way and sharing in my journey with my friends.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee.