After four days of wild animal posts you might be over it. I get it. But I have to admit I'm still totally enamoured with these shots, and more, with the memories that go with them. I might not have mentioned it before, but we spent the evening after dinner on our porch, a stone's throw away from the giraffe enclosure, playing poker until the wee hours of the morning.
Now if you don't remember me as a huge poker player that would most likely be because I'm not. When I was in college we played a few times for nickels and dimes. Sometimes we would graduate to the outrageousness of quarters. I'm afraid that this training created a less-than-stellar poker player, one who accepted losses without much gnashing of teeth. Either that or I've just never been very competitive.
So it will come as no surprise to hear that I lost the game early. (There were 14 of us playing, and I think I was first to go out. Not perhaps my finest moment.)
But Evan managed to get second place. So at least I can pick my men, even if I can't play my cards.
All right, down to business. Here are the last of the safari photos.