Dave’s been busy. This Jammer thing is a real job.

It’s kind of funny. When I come to Glacier for the summer to work, I tend to lose track of real time as I call it. From the days of the week to the weeks of the month. Some of the 50+ hour weeks haven’t helped much either.

So when people start bitching that I haven’t been writing and I log on to see that is has only been three weeks since my last post (I didn’t post ANYTHING last summer), I’m thinking a couple of things.

One, they really love my writing. Or most likely, two, after being gouged for streaming subscriptions, they rashly canceled them all without a media backup. Which is much more likely.

I’ve got in some good climbs this summer, but it has been tough to balance when just sharing one day off with Mitch. While it is good for his freedom, my day off 2 is his day off 1. And I’ve had a problem of not overdoing it my day 1 and keeping enough gas in the tank. Yes, it is a wonderful first world problem to have, but with hiking logisitics, it’s not easy to work out.

So here is a little sampler of the things to come (and some things that won’t come, but I’m sure you will figure them out).

Looks like Mitch got a little more than Nancy’s height and looks. Maybe just a couple of genes of GoatBoy. He doesn’t seem to have any problems keeping ahead of me on the hills.

The nice thing about having a shaded porch is having the extra space to store really nasty and really cheap beer, which no one will ever steal. But do stay posted for the first annual Beargrass Beer Mile coming up in late August.

What is better than one stupid hiker on thin ice? The entire family of four, of course. When it comes to Darwinism, it’s a game the entire family can play!

I’ve never seen Heavy Shield Mt look like a painted volcano before. But the first time for everything.

Every now and them Mitch can even pull off a young beardless John Muir moment. Fortunately, that moustauche didn’t make it too far into the touring season.

I came across my spirit animal up on Reynolds. I hope to look at good as this goat someday. Or maybe that day has come and gone.

I’ve always been a fan of road trips. But let’s get real. This poor woman was trying to put some fruit in a yogurt cup buried in the two cubic foot trunk for breakfast. While this over compensating guy spent a half hour scrubbing the bugs off the front bumper before starting the day’s miles. Yeah, fashion over functionality.

Blood red skies over the Ptarmigan wall. Something you don’t see every day. Or every decade, for that matter.

Back in my day, they had employee talent shows. Now I guess it’s all about men dressing up as women. Go figure.

Did I mention that Mitchell also fancies himself a modern Moses? He is just short five Commandments.

The only thing that can ruin the serenity of climbing at Logan Pass is the sea of moronic humanity you must pass on the descent. But all happiness has a price.

How to tell you are too fat for a Red Bus ride. And why you should wear pants, not shorts. And back off on the sunblock that you apply to fat rolls that are in the shade.

And we still always have to wash the buses. Even in the rain. In a dirt lot. With a garden hose and five gallon bucket. We treat our million dollar babies with only the best!

Mitch brought his guitar along this summer. All I had to do was supply the hammock. And bedding. And food……..

They put in a couple of speed bumps this season to slow down the traffic. Always a layer of dust on the buses in the AM. But 94 has been good to me so far this summer. Not something all of the other 706’s can say at Beargrass.

You can always tell when a new batch of foreign J1 student workers are arriving. Suddenly, every table in the employee cafeteria has new condiments with labels you can’t read.

And if you want to see what a couple thousand dollars of body damage looks like, just check out a recent hail storm. Actually, being parked under the trees  helped mitigate the brunt force of this brief but powerful icefall.