Tetons

So I'm sitting in bed at 1 AM in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The rest of my family is sound asleep and I'm alone in the dark, wrestling with all of my usual late-night mental bullshit and wishing for all the world that I could wander around Durand looking for people to talk to. I figure checking my email is as close as I'll get and what do I find? You've set up a "front porch" blog? Un-fucking-believable.

Anyway, Jackson's pretty sweet. We've spent the days hiking, biking, and white-water kayaking (what barbarians build boats without keels?). Although I'm fairly skilled with sea kayaks, the transition to whitewater did not go smoothly. My brother and I kept a running score of the number of times we capsized: I tipped 7 times to his 4, but while he had to eject each time, I only went swimming twice since I can eskimo roll. We're still not sure who won.

While I'm loving my little foray into nature--it's the closest thing to a home I have these days--I miss you all terribly