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It is said that a New York minute is only an instant.
Well, here in Utah I like to measure time on a different scale. The Salt Lake Month. Because everything moves so slow here (especially the drivers). It’s like the Shire, but without sweet birthday parties and all the hobbits are prejudiced.

And that broad, outwardly rude insult is how I just explained going a month without pouring my excess sputum into the bottomless vacuum of the internet.

Sorry about the dark intro. I have to stop falling asleep to bad VHS copies of Requiem for a Dream.

Here’s some climbing, skiing & guns to cheer you up.

Climbing
Nik does some adventure abseiling in LCC

Sweet belay stations

…2 pictures. That’s it. NEXT.

Guns (*Guns supplemented with a Jeep for liability and future alibis sake)
Nik on a over-saturated barefoot ice cream dumpster disposal mission.

A target range fit for a (dirtbag) king!

Kris demonstrates shirtless gun reloading while his brother and Marcus enjoy some…male bonding?

Marcus & I begin digging his car out with an avalanche shovel for 8-year-olds and a camping chair.

A Doctor & Math Teacher’s mandatory 12-seconds of labor before goofing off in the salt flats.

Marcus, en motion.

Misty 5. Said goofing off.

Scenery

Skiing
K(harles) Wehmanen. Throwing some big 3s and 5s.

IDNK what I was trying to do in this picture.

Kyle with some open jacket steezery.

I gts’d the s out of the b, ya’ll.

Stay tuned for my state street river float pictures when this popstand finally floods.
Jake