This was the first time I let a beard grow on purpose and I was impressed with it's wiriness and zest for life. At 22 days, it was at least 15 days longer then any beard has ever survived on my face.  Try as I might, I fell short of my goal of keeping it going until our return in September.  Day 22 was just to much, it was itching something fierce and I decided it had to go.  Beard, it was fun while it lasted.  Maybe if I ever become homeless or an old man living by the sea I'll give you another shot.