I followed a coyote up Wolverine Peak in the late afternoon light.
Dropped in as the sun set. Surreal GOLden light.
Spooking up 3 mountain goats!
Laughing hysterically at the perfect snow and undulating aesthetics of my broad spine line. Then, low and behold, out pops a PERfect fifteen-foot log, diving board! ideal tranny… to good to be true.
As yes, I got beNIGHTed. partially. (with full moon skiing back to the Soda Butte ;)