And Salida, Colorado, and Cody, Wyoming, and wherever else the road takes us. This trip is all river festivals and rodeos and big skies and hopefully at least one bear sighting. From a distance. (However, god or somebody help me, this trip will not feature the just-referenced Bette Midler song that’s now lodged in my brain like an Amazonian parasite. Good job, Kahler.)
Like New Orleans, I find myself making annual pilgrimages to Salida, and these shots are from two years ago, when Sam was still a wee pup:
We’ll be gone a few weeks and I’ll post updates on Facebook, if you’re so inclined. Adventures await!