Another day on the blasted river. No compromises were made. No one was spared. Five or six hornet stings from a nest we inadvertantly stumbled across, more leg-bashed and bludgeoned crew members, everyone all-around soggied... Par for the course on the production of Westender. One would hope for some down time after a couple of taxing days like these, but no dice. No mercy.
We've got a terrifically stalwart crew, but everyone was completely exhausted by the time we wrapped. We didn't miss a beat though. Got everything we wanted to get. There was a brief scare involving a leaky splash bag and a raging river, but everything came through a-okay.
Our reward was a big tasty meal at Elmer's Cafe on the drive home. Everyone had fallen asleep by the time we pulled up to HQ, myself happily included. A few of the key players made a late night of it prepping for tomorrow; more water, more stunts, more hot Westender action to the max...
Photo Addendum - The crew begins their precarious descent.
