Mike, Randy, and Mark drove to Charleston from DCA. -- A southernor told Durward Owen "Yu'r gon invite the gov-nor and serve him a fuk-n hot dog?! Noa Noa. When you say Bar B Q in Charleston, you mean Hog" P. I. G., Hawg." The BBQ on the beach consisted of 11 Hawgs, split and BBQed, Seet corn, baked beans, and slaw.

Although it was raining when we left Grand Forks, there were 8-12" of snow on the road before Brookings South Dakota. We spent an hour or so stopped on the interstate, until a truck passed, clearing a tire path which allowed us to drive. Minutes after checking into the hotel room at our destination, Cory shot his paint ball gun to the wall across the courtyard. Within seconds the desk clerk called and told us to pack up and leave. We spent the night at the Pi Kapp chapter house in that city.