That photo of Wicho with the reward is the happiest I've ever seen him!

I was so touched when I was burning a campfire of brush waste up at my place and he quietly motioned to it, indicating he'd like to come sit beside it with me as the dark of evening enveloped us and the bright orange flames. He did and sat without saying a word for a bit, then did the universal knee slap with both hands of leaving, and up and off he went.

What a dude. What a most interesting, fascinating dude.