Clocked over 1,200 miles since last Friday. Saw Ray LaMontagne kill it on stage in Sandpoint, ID, spent an evening lakeside in Washington, drank hand crafted ale in Pendleton, walked away from a head on collision in Idaho (as did everyone else, save the rental car, thank goodness) and now I’m here under the Wyoming sky. It’s chilly, wet, and oh so lovely. What a way to end summer 2014.

MSP>LGA. This is what happens when you get stuck in the back of a plane with a row to yourself and your camera in arms reach.