Last weekend, Sagar, Carter, Pat and I summited Granite Peak. The Beartooths–running from central Montana down into central Wyoming–are beautiful, certainly, but I’ve never been in a more awe-inspiring mountain range. Departing Bozeman around 7:00 a.m., we arrived at the West Rosebud Trailhead by 10:00 a.m. on Saturday — packs packed, bottles filled, and eager […]
Yaar. Yaar! And huzzah! It’s another day in paradise. In the absence of something more witty, I suppose I ought to at least plug in a little about my life, as of late. First: being 21 rocks. It’s not even the ability to buy alcohol, to go to bars, whatever. It’s just the simple fact […]
21. Er, yeah. Finally. It was a good birthday. Thanks to everyone for the gifts, for driving up from Cheyenne, for the drinks, and to everyone that stopped by to help mark the occasion. In little more than five hours I’ll be up again, packing the last of my things for Granite Peak. We’ll be […]
Ooh. That needs some attention. I look, and notice the corner of the room, along the ceiling, is quite literally crawling with bugs… flying things, crawling things, ants, moths… etc. I guess that means we might need to start shutting that screen door. Most of the time, the door to the H.Q. is just wide […]
say, has anyone seen my bike (as in … my pedal bicycle)? I’m worried about the fact that I haven’t seen it in some days…