Summertime and the...

Been traveling during the summer and now am holed up writing the book about punk in the 1980s.  Travels were spectacular: With Vicky, we floated the Rio Chama (my fourth time for that) and the White River.  The White was especially delightful.  Vicky returned to the east for work, and I did a series of hiking and car camping trips throughout Utah -- sort of finishing stuff up.  This included the Black Hole of the White Canyon, some areas in Grand Gulch (Road Canyon and others), the Manti La Sal Mountains and the Henry Mountains, and numerous hikes from our very old Kelsey guide.  It culminated in a four day backpacking trip in the Sangre De Cristo mountains in Colorado and a day float down through Browns Canyon National Monument on the Arkansas River (I never packraft anything that's Class IV, so went "mersh" on this one). 

Being on public lands made me remember how much they matter.  Hence, the letter that I link to here: Remembering the Muddy River.  And here's a shot of the White River, with our dog Loki in a contemplative, existential state: