Being, I think, the shortest of the Mudcat Getaway contention, my experiences are more at the ground level than in the upper reaches. My memories of Big Mick are kisses on top of my head ... I think it's called "nose to belly button." But that's okay because there's just something odd about the sight of a 7' tall man stooping down to hug a 5' tall woman ... I'm still wondering how Barry managed to find the ONLY real chair in the whole camp and sit in it the entire weekend! I'm not saying he was protective of the chair, but it was an odd sight seeing him tote it around from workshop to workshop. Me ... I was just looking for something comfortable that would also let my feet touch the floor! Uh Oh ... I'm now in the flashback mode of the weekend ... moonchild