To the handshake drugs I bought downtown

We went on a monster hike.







It was not very scenic.



Coming down hurt even more than climbing up.



Four miles in, four miles out. The first mile is mellow, you climb 400 feet.



The next three climb 3000 feet.

Brutal.



Here you go.



Hit that twice. Double track that.





A-yup.



Yet, strangely rewarding.





Montana, my friends, is a beeeeeeeee-yoootiful place.











Havn't seen the sun in weeks. My skin is getting pale.







I hope your weekend came in for a smooth landing.



Sunday melts into Monday and the lingering memory of the weekend sustains your soul.



We sit in our offices, cubicles, desks. We get under that car, change that oil. Fire up the tractor and cut the hay.



Good night, my sweet princes and princesses.