In a sad turn of events yesterday, I had to shave my beard of nearly 2 weeks. I had planned on shaving before the trek started, but we had a couple of weeks of very limited hot water, so I ended up continuing to grow it through the hike.
I now know what it must be like to send a child off to the Peace Corps or some other distant land.
That might be a bit melodramatic, but you get the point. I did take pictures of each of the stages of shaving, including a goatee, handlebar moustache, and a Jeff Kent style moustache. Assuming they came out well, I can post them when we get home and settled.