The Trek Begins

Traveling through the vast, arid swampland, Aleck and I are just beginning our five mile hike to that great item which will reveal to us the location of the giant cookie. Bob, The Genius (as I have entitled him), is staying back to continue working on the plane, which will be considerably smaller to save time, and which I have named Talahasee, because of the capital of the state we are in. As far as we can tell, nobody is following us, and we are in no apparent danger. In fact, besides us, only the President knows where we are, which, according to the map Bob provided us, is well away from any major human establishment; approximately ten miles south of Interstate 75, and about 25 miles west of the 27. As you can see, there is no chance of any help coming in case of aid, through these thick, mushy swamps.

This has been your humble correspondant,

Vanderdecken12

P.S. I really wish Aleck would stop looking over my shoulder as I type. He let out a big 'guffaw' after that last sentence. I'm not sure why he has to be nosey.