Friday, 18 June 2010

Laura's First Rafting Trip


We headed out of North Fork, ID, intending to float the Salmon River. But spring rains had raised the waters to flood stage.

So, we drove till we got cell phone service again and found a last minute cancellation on the Smith River in Montana. The rains worked in our favor in getting the permit as it spoiled the fishing :)

We spent the night in Broke Back country, in a town called White Sulphur Springs. It lives up to its name.





My outfitter, personal physician, guide and love of my life: Ed Jones.






Ed getting the job done.







Camp the first night.










Smith River canyon.



















Petroglyphs.










Big Sky Country near the take out.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Priest Lake on my Own





It was a bit difficult but in retrospect very worth it. Getting off the grid alone is very empowering. I even got some work done! Hello, pre-historic Sweden. Didn't take that many photos because I didn't have my phone with me on Friday (!), and it was cloudy/rainy Saturday. Then it cleared up and was magical.

Friday, 7 August 2009

Boulder 09

They say you can't go home again, and the older I get the more I find that to be true. Boulder is the closest thing to a home I have to go home to and my gift from Gary was the opportunity to go back and see friends, mentors, colleagues, an assemblage of people I'd never get in once place any other way! Thanks, Gary. Your legacy of kindness, hospitality, travel, food, fun and scholarship live on!

My proudest moment: my book on the shelf in the CU library!













Campus: still crazy after all these years.


















Pilgrimage to my favorite trail. Left some blood and skin up the canyon. A lesson in mindfulness.












Me and Colin kickin' it on East Pearl, my old hood, much gentrified.








Susan, still the coolest woman in academe, my role model now more than ever.

SLC