Not in Panama anymore, Java....

There isn't much I can say about these photos. I work with a bunch of guys who, well, the pics up above should sum it up. We went to California when it was in the 90's, flew up to the Honeybee WFU, did some work, got blasted by a gritty windstorm, woke up to snow, waited a day, woke up to even more snow, and got out of there. Highlights were grabbing pounds and pounds of meat left behind by a neighboring hotshot crew, trying to set up tents in 50 mph gusts in the dark, and the view from the crest of the Sierras down into the Owens Valley. Tomorrow we are heading down to Rocky Mountain NP to do some project work and possibly be closer to the next fire assignment or prescribed burn that needs our overwhelmingly professional help.
Karinne is at work today, but I have the day off, so Java the dog and I are going to head up the trail behind the house to see how far we can get up into the Absoroka wilderness before we get into thick snow. Spring has flirted with this chunk of the country, but we keep getting slapped with weakening remnants of winter- cold wind, snow, etc. Maybe by the time we return it'll be summer.