A short visit to one of my favorite places with some of my favorite people. Made even shorter by a weird and really painful throat issue.
Cole had the genius idea to ride the Route of the Hiawatha when his Mom was visiting. I got to tag along. The weather was perfect.
A few plane rides and the kindness of a stranger providing a ride from the airport led to Bozeman, MT.
Let only my skin, and sinews, and bones remain, and let my flesh and blood in the body dry up, I shall not permit the course of my effort to stop until I win that which may be won by human ability, human effort, and human exertion.
We aren’t in sandstone country anymore. Single and multi-pitch climbing near Missoula and Bozeman.
It was lovely to be back in one of my favorite states climbing with some of my favorite people.