Tib hitched a ride with us yesterday. As we were searching for the cache we could hear him yelling, "Get me out of here, I'm drowning." (Don't think we'd found that cache if we hadn't heard him.) When we opened up the cache, we found if full of water. Tib was struggling to keep him head above water. We dried him off and let him sleep in our bed with us. Today he went caching with us around Panora Iowa. We drove the White Pole Road. Near Casey he saw Freedom Rock and wept a few tears, watched mud volleyball in Guthrie Center (We noticed he was really keeping his eye on the female players); got really excited when traveling through Stuart he saw the first bank Bonnie and Clyde robbed; and to top it all off he saw Dexfield, the site of the famous Bonnie and Clyde Barrow Gang shoot-out in 1933. Tomorrow we head west.