West is Best

Two months have gone by, almost three, and summer's slowing down to a nice, balmy end. I turned 28 on July 24th, and Ash turned 26 so we all went out for a tame night on the town.
In August I made a trip to one of the most beautiful spots on the planet last month--Wind Rivers, WY. A friend, Susan, and I braved the 5-day journey by ourselves, and lived to tell (enthusiastically) about it.
Coolest thing: watching Susan catch a fish.
Gnarliest thing: my duck-taped feet.
Scariest thing: waking up to the snuffling sounds of a bear a few feet from my head one night. I prepared to grab the bear spray (can you believe one can costs fourty bucks from REI?!) we had strategically placed between our sleeping bags, my veins coursing with adrenaline, and I realized it was Susan. Snoring. It took me a good hour and a half to wind down after that. :)
Most disappointing thing: all the other people who thought it was the best place on the planet to be that week too. It felt a little like Disneyland at times. Geez.

Tonight

So here it is, my blogspot. I was sitting on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial today talking to a great friend, and decided not to be afraid of anything again, ever. ANYTHING, EVER. That being said, it's rock and roll time. Keep your eyes peeled.

These pics were taken tonight of the fish market down by the waterfront in DC. Wow is it wonderful to live so close to such an amazing place. The crabs you see here are all alive and well--squirming in a huge pile as they're dumped from the barrels. They're blue crabs I think, from Maryland. They have a light cobalt lining on their shells and legs. The Coke is for washing down cajun-style shrimp.