Eventually, we made it out to the giant cockleburr, which I never got to see burn.

Like many big installations, this one was designed to be climbed. And Caius - who takes his name from the Latin vulgate for "mountain badger" - quickly scaled the summit. It's not easy, and we saw one person crack his ribs on the way down.

Back at camp, Matthew taught classic roping techniques.

And Douglas pondered.

And Martin enthused and kept us amused. He's English, you know.

Soon, it was night. And thus time for Dance, Dance Immolation. Miss a step and get a face full o' flame.

Thankfully, Doctor and Ms. Megavolt were back.

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