Showing posts with label Camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camping. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Welcome to Utah

I have arrived!



I have come here to see if I think I could live here for the three years it would take for me to get through the Master's of Architecture program at the University of Utah.


I have also come here to establish residency before I enter the Master's program because that's just good financial sense. Assuming I get into the Master's program that is. If I do not get into the architecture program, then I am here to rock climb, hike and ski, and I am perfectly okay with that.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Magic

Sat on the banks of a still frozen Jackson Lake and watched the most spectacular sunset over the Teton Mountains.



I can feel the Viking blood coursing through my veins tonight!



Best campsite yet.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Heck Yeah!



Bison turds, moose droppings and a snow bank mere yards from my tent. Camping couldn't get much more perfect than this!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Baker's Hole: Gallitain National Forest

Camping on a bend in the Yellowstone River:


Tomorrow I head into Yellowstone National Park.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Friday, May 20, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Billings, MT

Camping on the Yellowstone River in Billings:

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sunset At the Scariest Little Campground: Fargo, ND

(Photo taken through the screen vent in my tent as I was too cowardly to go outside the tent after dark).



I did not sleep very well this night. It was the only dry campground in town and was located in between a railway, a grain mill and a bunch of strip bars. It stunk like the industrial end of town, there was an itinerant giving me the evil eye four camp sites down and I'm pretty sure a mobile meth lab pulled up at 2 in the morning and headed out about 4:30. Every little gust of wind that rustled the rain flap on my tent startled me from my trouble slumber and I fully expected each and every time to wake up to the image of a man with a hook for a hand unzipping the door of my tent. Thank you over-active imagination and children's ghost stories of old. The two of you made great bed fellows last night.

Thursday, April 7, 2011