I get excited about summer. Living in the West Coast means that we have the best kind of summer, in my humble opinion. We have the long daylight hours without the baggage.
Sometime last year we became obsessed with the idea of climbing the West Ridge of Pigeon Spire. This summer, we made it happen. We got ourselves a couple of housesitters (fellow travel bloggers, @nevendingvoyage), kissed the cats goodbye, and stuffed the content of our closet into 4 backpacks, and took off to Montana.