The leaves are turning at the bases of the mountains, and it’s nice and chilly in the mornings when we wave goodbye to the boys on their way to school. September in Wyoming means hunting season, and although I’m technically not a hunter, I’ve managed to get out a handful of times now with Boone. [...]
So I’ve resolved to quit doing this half-baked trip report stuff. The stream-of-consciousness lists of memories don’t really do justice to the experience for anyone who reads it, other than myself. It’s embarrassing to be so lazy about something I feel so passionate about, so there you go - no more laundry-list trip reports.
That said, [...]