come all you brave young cowboys and get into software

lupine on the nenana oxbow beach.
jeff and i saw greg brown in talkeetna last week. it was amazing. i was so completely in love with his voice and syntax that i couldn't even begin to contain myself. i wish i'd gone to the fairview to hang out with him after the show, with the rest of the town, but i probably would have just giggled and said something awkward, and instead i fell asleep almost immediately on jimmy's floor (and there's even a roof now!). we had dinner with keith at twisted creek before the show, and i think greg and i made eye contact across the restaurant. this is very much open to debate, and was debated (ok, laughed at. shot down completely. whatever). he was drinking red wine. i probably had food on my face. keith said jeff and i share food like an old married couple. we responded with some mumbling about health insurance and changed the subject to teamster rehire policies. delicious salmon.
desneige and anne are working at the foundation this year, and it's like ANHA 2005/6 again. except now we're older and wiser and more jaded about this place and have more hair, generally speaking...but, i've been wearing that same damn scarf for 4 years!
saturday morning, i was making coffee and looked out the window, and 2 yearlings were eating willows...they've been hanging around quite a bit. which is fine, until i want to go to the outhouse and they're right in my path...
saturday night was a potentially disastrous combination of the spike and the bake and good music and people to catch up with and a group of girls who plant ideas in my head that i can't quite let go of until i've seen them through...funny how 4 am never feels like 4 am till 5 pm the next day, when you're guiding 31 tourists through the boreal forest and making cheesy jokes about the denali's first park superintendent and wondering how and why this is all happening again...but with just enough variation to keep it interesting.