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I'd say that Independence Day Weekend 2008 was semi-epic. All things in moderation, even epicness. I spent one night in Helena, one night in Bozeman, and one night on top of a mountain; a well balanced weekend.
In Helena I was reminded again that Evan is the best at everything, including dressing like Mowgli everyday. We also went to Miller's and drank beer and stuff, pretty typical.
The original plan for Friday was to go to the rodeo in Livingston, but it was sold out, so we ate at Mark's In-n-Out (which you should go to sometime if you live in the area) then went back to Bozeman to drink beer, skate a mini ramp, light fireworks, and have a general good time.
The real goal of the weekend (for me) was to go backpacking, and we did a lightweight trip up a mountain in the Paradise Valley. We started in Forest Level with a bunch of midwesterners who just wanted to look at one waterfall. After Forest Level comes Creek Level, we were warned on the way up that it would be a "doozy." And it was. I picked the wrong line through it and got my pants soaked and had to spend the rest of the afternoon wearing Kurt's whack swimming trunks. Shortly after Creek Level came Rock Level, then Snow Level, and finally Lake Level.
Lake Level was tight. It rained on us a little bit and things got silly. After it rained we built a fire and Kurt cooked some dinner while I cooked my pants until they were adequately dry. We had some redneck neighbors who wanted to see how many trees they could chop down before they got too drunk. They sucked to have around, but at least it gave me someone to talk shit on that wasn't Ian. It rained on us that night and Kurt got gnarly by sleeping outside, tacoed in a tarp.
Hiking down the mountain was way more fun than hiking up it. You could spend time thinking about the beautiful world around you instead of the sweat in your eyes. It was a great time, I definitely need to go backpacking more often.
Also, eat at the Pop Stand, best burger for your buck. And WiFi. I'm curious about how things went at Confederate Gulch.
In Helena I was reminded again that Evan is the best at everything, including dressing like Mowgli everyday. We also went to Miller's and drank beer and stuff, pretty typical.
The original plan for Friday was to go to the rodeo in Livingston, but it was sold out, so we ate at Mark's In-n-Out (which you should go to sometime if you live in the area) then went back to Bozeman to drink beer, skate a mini ramp, light fireworks, and have a general good time.
The real goal of the weekend (for me) was to go backpacking, and we did a lightweight trip up a mountain in the Paradise Valley. We started in Forest Level with a bunch of midwesterners who just wanted to look at one waterfall. After Forest Level comes Creek Level, we were warned on the way up that it would be a "doozy." And it was. I picked the wrong line through it and got my pants soaked and had to spend the rest of the afternoon wearing Kurt's whack swimming trunks. Shortly after Creek Level came Rock Level, then Snow Level, and finally Lake Level.
Lake Level was tight. It rained on us a little bit and things got silly. After it rained we built a fire and Kurt cooked some dinner while I cooked my pants until they were adequately dry. We had some redneck neighbors who wanted to see how many trees they could chop down before they got too drunk. They sucked to have around, but at least it gave me someone to talk shit on that wasn't Ian. It rained on us that night and Kurt got gnarly by sleeping outside, tacoed in a tarp.
Hiking down the mountain was way more fun than hiking up it. You could spend time thinking about the beautiful world around you instead of the sweat in your eyes. It was a great time, I definitely need to go backpacking more often.
Also, eat at the Pop Stand, best burger for your buck. And WiFi. I'm curious about how things went at Confederate Gulch.