We piled into the ubiquitous hybrid before 5 am on a Thursday, headed spontaneously to a structure wrapping class several hours away. The company was good. The road was empty. The mountains were still full of snow.
The class was a review, but it was still a good day.
|Wrapping a historic cookhouse|
|Wrapped log ends|
|For some reason, I like to take pictures with bear traps.|
|I know, scary!|