Rode hard into a typhoon for several days. Couldnt see five feet in front of our faces, but we drove the herd till we found some new country to pasture em in. They grill their fish over charcoal and serve it with pickled plums in these parts. Didnt think wed like it, but boy howdy do we. Give our best to ma and pa and cousin Tim. Alls well out west! Err.. East?