No limits - Let’s go Monday, but don’t try any of your shit with me.. In my mind I’ll be cruising through today with the windows rolled down and the radio turned up.
This weekend I couldn’t decide I was happy I didn’t move to Cooke city, or bummed.
Guys, I’m jumping the season in my tent at mammoth hot springs (after some shockingly delicious pizza in Cooke city under 7 or 8 feet of snow) and every time the wind blows I think it’s a bear. And/or a serial rapist.
When did I become such a paranoid camper!?
If I get trampled by some bison, it’s been real y’all.
Edit: I woke up to an ENTIRE HERD of bison surrounding my tent. Snorting. With that GLEAM in their eye(s).
You know the one.
Heart mountain ice skating, the epitome of grace and elegance. Also I take excellent care of my things.
Post holing, fleeing bison, wyoming respect, sunsetted, reflection nature detox.
This was a good two hours but if I don’t get an entire weekend in these mountains soon I’m going to claw my eyes out. (Or someone else’s…)
The coldest winter I’ve ever had