The Reynoldz

So even though we live way out here in New Zealand, (sorry mom), we always know when my Dad is off on some adventure. That is because he has this GPS device that he can fire off whenever he is in some cool place, and an e-mail is sent out to this big list of friends which shows (via google maps) exactly where he is on earth. So I can wake up some morning, and Anna will be at the computer reading e-mails and she will say something like "looks like your dad is hunting." because an e-mail has shown up with my dad's location pointer somewhere in the middle of some mountain range in Montana. It's also cool, because this GPS device also has a emergency button, which not only send's out his location e-mail but also e-mails out something like "Emergency - Help!" and then I imagine an army of e-mail friends in Bozeman all load up and race out to his location to help him. Only to find that it wasn't a true emergency, but that he really just needed help hauling a large elk back to his truck. Ha ha. He hasn't done that. Yet. My parents are coming out this February and Dad and I are doing the Milford Trek. So any of his e-mail recipients are going to get many e-mails of his locations among the mountians in the south island.
By the way, it was a pretty good year hunting for my Dad. It isn't very often that he gets an elk of this size!