I wish I could really show you this evening. I’ll attempt to describe, but I’m afraid I’ll sell it short.

I sitting in my beach chair, low to the ground, leaned back so my legs naturally spead out in front of me; the light of the day is fading fast. Not only has the sun set but dark clouds have gathered in the west and spread towards me. Flashes of lightening are to the west and south of me. Some are just flashes of light, buried in the clouds, others are bright bolts extending sideways just below the dark bellows.

The air is cool, but not yet cold. No rain has fallen. No booms of thunder have sounded either. It’s as peaceful and beautiful of a setting as one could imagine.

This is my home.

I am alone watching the light show. As I type this, I can’t help but look up and wait for the next Lighting spark between sentences.

I am truly in a remarkable place.

I have passed the half way point of my season here on the north slopes of the Uninta Mountains. I realize I have done a terrible job of documenting my time here. A lot has happened but a lot is about to happen as well.

Stay tuned for more to come.

(Fire from two days ago, started by mid-day lightening strike. I told you a lot has happened.)