That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!
The lusty month of May!
That darling month when ev'ryone throws
Self-control away.
It's time to do
A wretched thing or two,
And try to make each precious day
One you'll always rue!
It's May! It's May!
The month of "yes you may..."
Little Gash on Saturday (not Gash Point, but Little Gash, Gash Point’s smoking hot younger sister):
Beautiful road conditions. You can motor to 5700 crossing only one small snow patch (and one long-abandoned snowmobile). Skins on right from the truck, and turns all the way to the road on continuous cover.
Como Point on Sunday:
Someone (!) has plowed the road to within a half-mile of the summer trailhead, though there is still a half-hour walk to put on skins. I was first up on Sunday and stopped for a Nutella-jelly-peanut butter-fig spread-sandwich at Kidney Lake; I was just finishing when a guy named Peter skinned up. We summitted together and chatting on the way up realized we had about 10 friends in common. (I think it was William Kittredge who said Montana was a small town with very long streets.)
Missoula on Sunday night:
After a few years of hiatus we are back hosting Cinco de Mayo. This year featured four salsas, a lot of beer, and about 25 guests.
America on Monday morning:
Fairleigh Dickinson released a highly suspicious poll which suggests that one-third of Americans believe that within a few years armed conflict may be necessary to “protect our rights”. Honestly, you people need to get outside and do something .
Missoula this morning: green up!!!
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