A Handful of Adventures

We finished up our medium volume week today with a two and a half hour run out on the Bozeman Creek trail this morning. Bozeman Creek trail is an old logging road that follows a creek eleven miles up to Mystic lake in the Sourdough Canyon, of course we didn't make it near the lake but it was none the less a beautiful run. It felt like fall today, cool, a little damp, with that crisp october breeze...excellent. The fall colors are in full swing, a whole lot of yellow that is (aspen I believe). It really makes me miss the red and orange maples we have at home. And since this in reality is just a facilitator or a "non-guilty form of procrastination" I won't say more and just post some pictures from a few of this last months adventures.

These first two are from the Yellowstone "lets go camp under the stars and make rice pasta" adventure the first weekend at school. We spent the day hiking in Yellowstone (Mt. Washburn) and geyser gazing, tarp-camping under the stars, and spent the following day smelling like camp fire and surprise middle of the night fall rain storm.
[photos courtesy of Ned Gall]


(From left to right: Ian, myself, Karina, Ned, David)


post script:
The police station had its annual bike auction yesterday and I managed to pick up my official college junker, she's a real beauty grey with black and white paint speckles for that ultra textured look and a pale purple fork. $20 of stunning power, quiet the catch, I'll try to get a picture of it soon! Eileen and I also ventured on the streamline bus service across town with the hopes of finding a new beta fish (xena warrior princess,RIP, passed away in her sleep this last week and so a replacement was necessary). And so the beautiful blue Kikkianimal came into our life, and fills xena's once empty bowl nicely. Not to mention the gator hunting warmth seeking mountain men we met as we waited in the rain to catch the bus back to campus...

Life is good.