These guys kept watch. "So Henrieta, what do you think they will have in the pot luck this year?".

For those who don't know, pot luck is generally the last main meal of the trip. It mostly consists of anything in a can that has lost it's label. Once tipped in a large pot, the meal takes on an especially mystical status (you don't know what you are eating). This year, pot luck consisted of several courses. The first started with an entree of fruit cake and other assorted nibbles. Then came the first main which consisted of a bunch of steak chunks fried and then dropped into a thick tomato based casserole with beans, sweet corn and a couple of cans of some other unlabeled stuff. The next course was pasta based with tuna, basil and a cream sauce. Then the nudist colony girls arrived and cooked up some pesto with baby tomatoes, green beans, garlic, herbs and other assorted spices. Desert was creamed rice with sliced bananas or chilled fruit in a tub. We all ate and drank like relatives. It was fantastic.