I'm back. I guess.

Okay. I've been back for almost a week, but now I guess I can say, "I'm back."

Meh.

Going to Jackson was WONDERFUL. The weather was sunny and dry. I did lots of hiking and Alpine Sliding, and photographing Elk and Bison at Yellowstone and tame Chipmunks at Hidden Falls in Grand Teton National Park...

I managed not to fall through the thin crust at West Thumb in Yellowstone, and I managed only to get mildly scalded by the anemone geyser by Old Faithful.

I took pictures with stuffed bears, drunkenly made out with chicks at the Million Dollar Cowboy (and then promptly accidentally threw them down/dropped them during a particularly impassioned set of drunken dancing around other less-than-wasted Cowboys) managed not to get my northern-City-Boy-hipster ass kicked by said Cowboys as I fell into them and their wives, was only once threatened with death (which is usually a pretty good track record for a weekend for me) signed a Ketubah, watched my beautiful Best Friend get married to an awesome guy...

Spent lots of money, ate lots of barbecue (and no Elk or other game meats! HA!) went white water rafting on the Snake River, took pictures humping the sculptures at the National Museum of Wildlife Art, drove the Teton Pass and got a huckleberry milkshake in Victor, Idaho, while seeing one of my friends from High School, and overall,

had a pretty kick-ass time.