I'm sitting in a kitchen in Jackson, WY, looking out the back window at some grazing cattle and pretty hills. It's cool and damp and beautiful here. After Alberta, the Tetons actually look small! But they're as gorgeous as ever.
My brother played an incredibly difficult solo for string bass on a concert last night, and I was really proud of him. Afterwards we went to a spaghetti supper with friends of his from the bass section in the orchestra of the Teton Music Festival: a half dozen men and one woman, tall and lean like their instruments.
I'll be home late Saturday night. What a ride it's been!