I enjoyed digging in the soil all summer, but man is it nice to be back home. Something about Bishop... I do not know whether it is in the heat, the clouds, wind storms, bonfires, all the flappers, the twisted ankles and bleeding hands - or maybe, it is in the quiet and margaritas... but for sure, it is playing in the place we all shared with Parke.
Still basking in the sun... and the stars
|ZAⓅ lights up Split Rock|
|Rock Creek Aspens|
|That one boulder you see from Split Rock... turns out it is very gritty|
|When holds break...|
Tomorrows agenda: Get your crazy on!