It's 3:00 in the morning and there's a hint of frost coming from our mouths with every breath. There are some glimmering lights moving about and a small fire that is quickly becoming a well lit ash can. There are two silhouettes that may hold the key to what has become a mission. Coffee in hand we rush to the light for it to reveal its' treasures to us. It's freezing! There are two men with weatherbeaten faces and tired eyes unloading cartons from the back of their truck. We're so anxious. The suspense is killing! The two men begin to joke about last weeks'adventures. They seem to be moving in slow motion. Just as we begin to question them as to the contents of the cartons a hungry crowd begins to surround the truck. The race has begun. We must hold our ground! We must be alert! Be strong and stand tall! Now out of the corners of our eyes we can see yet another truck arriving on the field and an enormous amount of lights beginning to move about. Strategies abound. Time to separate! We attach our mighty tools to our belts. We are never out of touch in this sea of flashlights and dark. We begin our quest~