The cold front brings near-freezing temps, so the next day is pretty much a bust.  The high points are (a) I finally meet a forum acquaintance, Mark, who turns up a nice Skink, and (b) Ron gets his daily dose of Racers.            The following day proves more productive, thanks to Henry and his whirlwind tour of trash sites in Georgia.      It’s a little weird herping in my winter coat ―  we were out in the field by 7:30 AM with temps in the low 40s ―   but as the sun climbs higher the tin heats up quickly, and soon we are flipping one snake after another.               First up is this pretty young Moccasin . . . . . . followed by a pair of adults. Then comes the ritual Racer, this time with Henry performing the sacrament. It takes all three of us to lift this tin roof.  Ron and I nearly drop it when Henry lets go with a shout of “Kingsnake!” and dashes after the escaping serpent. Another Moc under cover . . .  . . . and then a series of Racers (no one told Ron that points are deducted if you find more than one).     Ultimately, our reward for all these Racers is another handsome Kingsnake .   We also come across a number of nice skinks, a juvenile Five-lined and an adult Broadhead, plus an unidentified turtle basking in a pond.      On our final day we rejoin Berkeley and a friend of his in SC.  We explore a variety of habitats, including cypress swamp complete with basking Moccasin . . .     . . . and this marshy area, which proves to be the most productive. Flip a Corn Snake beneath a piece of tin on the embankment, and grab a pretty little Water Snake in the weeds. The most interesting finds, however, are small clusters of tiny black snakes resting on matted reeds by the edge of the water, hiding under pieces of debris.  There are single females surrounded by several smaller males, almost like mating balls.  As soon as we lift the cover they instantly dive into the muck, but a quick grab succeeds in catching a few of these shy, shiny creatures.   That’s about it.  Although we didn’t see all of our targets (no Diamondbacks, no Hognoses, no Racers on the final day) we still had a great time and enjoyed all the folks we were fortunate enough to connect with.  Once again, my gratitude to all of them.