We’re back in Des Moines tonight after a week in the Jackson Hole, Wyoming region, near where we lived from 1991 to 1993. When we left the Mountain West to move to New York, I was still carrying Katelin up various steep mountain trails on my back. This time, she hiked them on her own, and we found and recreated some great photos from her earliest years. It was a wonderful vacation, and it was very cool to go back to a place that we knew well from prior experience — since we knew what we wanted to do, and didn’t waste time making tourist mistakes. I’ll post more about the trip soon, along with other piffle and tripe, once I’ve decompressed from all of the relaxing, and am back at my normal frenetic operating pace.