Here’s the last of the Montana pics.
Downtown Boseman.
At lunch Cam illustrated how missiles worked.
Chase’s blog headquarters.
When we got back to the mountain we saw that it was on fire.
We stopped to take photos.
I asked Cam if he ever did any professional modeling. He told me only in his younger and more impressionable days.
I thought we were in the middle of a forest fire. Turns out it was just a controlled burn.
The next day, in order to earn our turkey, we took a hike.
The forest reminded me of E.T. for some reason.
Steep areas.
A true mover and shaker, my dad was on his Blackberry the whole time.
Ice falls 1.
Ice falls 2. I was under the impression that I waterfall couldn’t freeze seeing as it’s moving. Turns out they freeze just like unmoving water and people like to climb up and down them.
Megan holding a brand from my Granpops old ranch.
Chase and I tried a new carving technique this year. I learned it from Alton Brown. You get a lot more meat out of it and you don’t have to shave the thing down to the bone.
Guess what’s next?
Alright, now I’m tired. Damn tryptophan. Night everybody.
