So the guy from the Wildlife Refuge we were supposed to be shooting in, who hasn't been calling me back for four days, finally called me back 7 hours before today's shoot. Yes, we can shoot in the refuge. No, we cannot use flash. So after politely pulling the "Oh gee wiz, I'm from Montana" act, which didn't work, I found a new location. I drove all the way there just to make sure it was chill, found an incredible spot (this one even has little waterfalls) ceased the huge brewing freak out I was about to have, and now I'm back home, waiting for Jenni. Bring it on Wednesday... but please don't throw anything else at me, during the shoot, that would just be mean.