4/26/06 ...I suppose Matt's daughter would love it if I gave her dad a big ole' kiss just from her. However, every time I get to looking at my Buddy, Matt, I get the same feeling as I do when I am poking at the mystery meat served up on our evening plate. For some reason - it's just not very appetizing. Most of the teams are now on the mountain getting acclimated at higher camps. It leaves base camp quiet. I've learned I can move around as long as I have my radio tattooed to my chest. Whether relieving myself behind a rock or standing butt naked in a pale of water, trying to take a bath - as long as I have that radio I can go about as freely as I would like to.