It's now March 19, 2008 and I've just finished transcribing events from last summer, almost a year ago. I blame school, waking up early, and a borderline climbing obsession. The fire didn't reach us, and I made it out of Idaho in tact. I've shaved since then, moved back to Chicago, resumed biking and climbing, and hardly even think about the mass amounts of people, metal and technology I see each day. I wouldn't have it any other way, because I couldn't appreciate what Idaho was all about without this.
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