Beautiful, big backcountry.
Great, noble dogs.
The company of an excellent friend (who is also an unofficial botanist so I came away SMARTER…and un-poisoned by berries…).
Starry starry nights.
Great alpine fishing.
Summer sausage cooked on open fires.
Sleeping in the dirt with my boys under a tarp and washing my face in the dawn.
First light — the holy of holies.
Wait, did I mention the berries yet? The huckleberries, raspberries and thimbleberries were at their HEIGHT and we lallygagged as we walked, eating one berry for every single step we took. It was decadent. We had stained fingers and delighted tastebuds.
I’ve never had a summer like this before, one so stuffed with gallivanting and crammed with work. I’m exhausted, but I am loving every moment of it.