A view you could only find in Montana.
Dangerously clinging to the cliffside, knowing that at any moment a slip of the hand could send me plunging to my death, thousands of feet (or maybe three feet) below.
Paulie and I about to test the waters of Lake McDonald.
I think we only spent one night in Glacier (it was seriously a month ago), but it was a great time. Not exactly hard camping when you can get in the car and drive down to the store for more bottled water... but still fun.




Paul did a little fishin' down at the lake... but... no bites. Oh shucks.




