Oh, Albion Basin, how I love you. Your cool breezes, hallucination-inducing elevation, astounding wildflowers, and ever-present moose. Add camping under a ski lift and you had me at, "hello."
Late July in the high mountains is wildflower heaven
A heated game of war with friends (Cody was fresh meat - Steve and I are pretty burned out with the exhausting intellectual strain of war)
Who needs dinner when you have watermelon?
And each evening had to end with s'mores by the fire, of course. S'mores taste really good at 9,500 feet
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