It's been many years since I spent two consecutive months in Wyoming. Doing so in the summer meant ancient seas and contemporary riverways.
A eulogy for a rope; memory delving with a nylon cord crutch.
The story of a journey north, friendship, and beers
At long last, I got the Megs inside God's Rectangle.
She left from the Bugs and I from Lander [https://blog.novaugust.net/lander-in-july/], and we
rendezvoused in Victor, Idaho after two weeks