Debra came up from Utah, and we rented the Gird Point cabin.
The west side of the Pioneers, looking for moose.
A little-known lake in Banff.
A better-known lake in Banff.
Oooh, Canadian girls.
The Plain of Six Glaciers.
Kootenay National Park.
I'm not tired, I'm not tired, I'm.
Well look who ran the Missoula half marathon!
Every morning the sun rises two minutes later than the day before.
Greg took me paddleboarding on the Bitterroot one day after work.
So one day we decided to rent a jackhammer and concerete saw and do away with some sidewalk. A few days later, this is what I had. I say "I" because conveniently Laura and Cooper decided to vacation in Atlanta as soon as the project got underway.
Sidewalk half done. Why not see some stuff?
Middle Teton via the southwest couloir, in a day. The Grand looms to the north.
Three hours into the Middle Teton.
Burritos for dinner, **again**.
Next day: three-mile epic wildflower ridge walk on the way to Table Mountain.
Back at home -- oh, that sidewalk is not building itself, is it?
The shepherd living on Jumbo Saddle this summer: I can't tell if he's a self-conscious hipster or the real thing. I tempted to say he's the real thing.
Afternoons in Pattee: days are getting shorter and it's starting to look like fall!
