so there I was.

red ants pants. what an amazing time. it’s like montana’s version of burning man. I see familiar faces. I laugh so much that my stomach hurts.

I loved and I loved. I laughed and I cried. shared amazing moments with amazing people. this amazing state, this amazing community. ranch hands and cowpies. dust. heat. cowboy boots and hats. late night tailgate band performances around the campground. wandering under the starry sky.

every band I saw was an amazing experience and I have never loved seeing live music anywhere as much as I have there. I had some heartfelt encounters with a few people I will remember for forever.

forever moved. akin to a religion.

I also ate enough mushrooms to fry me up for a few days afterwards. I felt somewhat dumb getting back on the river today. it also dropped from 1100 to 750 cfs. ouch. the rocks are here. the low water line in effect. a lot more yelling. more militant. still big tips and people are impressed. thank god.