Durability of Life

All fish have survived the transplant from Missoula to Helena.  They were riding shotgun with me in a 5-gallon bucket and had their seatbelt on.  I have no A/C in my Daewoo (surprised?), and everything got fairly warm by the time we arrived.  I felt like an overly attached person taking a road trip with their fish who they believe to be close members of their immediate family.  Perhaps that wasn't so far off...

A testament to the durability of life.