Weeks later as I’m sitting comfortably at home, writing these words, I realize the beer I just poured (Elysian Superfuzz) is one left over from that emergency run to Kamiah.
I pull up a chat window and message my brothers: “It seems right that I should be drinking a bottle of beer that went from Kamiah to Mex Mountain to Selway to Elk City to Boise, and in a frosted mug, as I finish the write-up.”
I get their thumbs-up then Jeremy adds, “I feel like that needs to make the write-up.”
“Okay, one crap photo for the write-up,” I concede.
Until next year …