Arrived...

...in Jackson and it is so nice to be back. The air is thin and dry, the nights cool and crisp, Aspen tree leaves rustling is the loudest noise by far, and the views are expansive and spectacular. Speaking of, this is the view that greets me when I wake up.


I know there is a painting here, if not several. It depends on how many forest fires are burning an the clarity of light at different times of the day. Best of all, I can go hiking out the back door into national forest. I followed a single track today to the peak of a neighboring mountain. The red arrow points to home where I am lucky enough to be staying.


-jb.