Going pink!

Justin and I dying Esther's tips with our incredibly scientific method.

But I'm hungry!

Esther eats her dinner while Justin and I dye her hair... it's her most flattering pose, isn't it?

Is that enough?

My hands still weren't completely pink--I think this was early enough in the process that I was still trying to avoid getting dye on my hands. That didn't last long.

How's that?

Combing the last bit into Esther's hair.

Why does she look so apprehensive?

Esther certainly looks like she trusts Justin and me, doesn't she?

Keep your eyes on the job!

I'm not sure what was going on over behind us, but whatever it was, it was obviously important enough to dye Esther's hair without watching what I was doing!

First time!

When we were teenagers, Mom always told us that we had to dye our hair purple first if we ever wanted to dye it another color. Well, the first time she dyed her hair, it was pink.

Esther's ponytail

Her hair definitely took the color better than ours, but blonde hair tends to do that.

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Mom waiting in line for breakfast before we started walking on Saturday morning.

Mom's pink!

Mom's pink hair (and her lovely headband!).

My hair

My pink ponytail--it didn't take quite as much of the color as Esther's did, but it was definitely pink.

Pit stop

Stopping at one of Saturday morning's pit stops for a water and bathroom break.

The sanctuaries

The lines for the porta-potties, after going through two pit stops that didn't have them (due to some sort of scheduling mishaps).

The new Sea of Pink

The Weekend to End Breast Cancer equivalent to the "Go Flames Go" signs.

Camping out

Our abodes in tent city at the old Currie Barracks. Mom and Tammy slept in the left-hand tent; Esther and I were in the one on the right.

Bikes for Boobs

Some of the bikes belonging to our lovable biker gang of safety crew. They were at every intersection monitoring traffic and getting us across.