Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a good player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth, V, 5
Dr. Larry was unable to accompany the expedition this year. Much thanks to Justin Woods for taking on the responsibility to maintain the Notes from the Field for the 2005 season.
All times given are Texas time, (CDT). Local time is actually one hour earlier (MDT).