I'm heading out solo, gonna linger at Redfish Lake til I find some mouthbreathing windowlicker who looks like they'll be able to maintain consciousness for 15 minute intervals, rope 'em up and call 'em ballast, I mean, call 'em my belayer.
And yeah, don't think I didn't drool over your chest-beating, vest-parading, Pandora-hauling photos from earlier this summer.
If I have half as much fun, it'll be a good trip.