I’m so tired from all the bartering, rain-tarping, heavy-lifting, haggling, and yard-sale schmoozing that I think I’m just going to throw the yeti-speak into the mix and put it up for sale to the highest bidder!  Will anyone give me ten dollars for it…?

Anyone…anyone?

Buehler?

OK, five dollars and I’ll throw in a few pieces of authentic yeti hair (taken from the scalp not the armpit, I promise!)  Not my hair, I’m talking serious quality Himalayan primate.

No takers, huh?  It’s a niche market I tell ya.  Often imitated seldom duplicated.

Just so you know, the take was about $850 for all my worldly goods.  Most of them anyway. 

(There will probably be a complete rundown of the adventure in the days to come.  But I won’t swear to it.)