Sitting at work, watching the clock for the moment I can call it quits and hit the K-Ho. HB 400 went into effect on Oct. 1, but I've been too busy till now to stop in for some 9+ percent beer.
Speaking of busy, this and this are predominantly responsible for my absence from the blogosphere of late (as well as this raging alcohol-induced migraine that hasn't let up in two weeks). The first story took well over a month to report, and prompted several legal threats from divorcees wishing me not to run names. Point taken. The second story took a little less time, though no less effort. I thoroughly enjoyed conducting interviews with pistol-packing conservatives. Not sure how they'll react to the article, but I've had no death threats yet. Just praise from online comments and the man upstairs. Must admit it's my best work yet in this field.
Wrapped up a first draft of my feature for the next issue of Headwall Magazine as well. Admittedly I should have finished it months ago, since I took the trip in mid June. For those of you unaware, the piece addresses an often overlooked aspect of skiing the Beartooth Pass north of Yellowstone Park in June and July. I'll add only that our days in the slackcountry required neither alpine touring gear nor a pass for the T-bar operated by Red Lodge Mountain. It's my third foray into long-form outdoor magazine writing, a field I've not-so-secretly longed to enter since high school.
I'll end abruptly now, for reasons having to do mostly with beer. Hopefully I'll write again soon, since I don't have the excuse of a brimming plate of work now. Happy Halloween, folks.
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