Today is Tuesday June 19th.  I got wrapped up in this drinking game on Sunday and really didn't have the brain capacity to write a blog. So for you faithful 8 who checked my blog Sunday, I apologize. The game was called cardinal, or something along those lines. It would be impossible for me to teach it over a blog. But I can say, "You bet your sweet ass I'm a Cardinal" and I will defiantly be bringing it back to Wisconsin so we can pound beers over it. 

This picture about is a pretty tasty beer brewed in Missoula at the Kent house.  It is called Coldsmoke.  It is a scotch ale.  It is a dark beer that is sweet. Goes down good and is 6.5%!!  I recommend it and I guess others do to. Every one around has suggested it to me and also tells me it had won all these awards.  But it is no mildew. 

So the past week for Work I went to the small community of Stanford, Montana.  A place I will remember for the rest of my life as a town of tree butchers and "it isn't as bad as Stanford" when comparing town populations.  They was around 400 people in city itself and 297 public trees. I would guess 50% were topped and by my guess to make them more bushy.  For you laymen out there, just because you have a chainsaw, doesn't mean your an arborist. Needless to say, The town wasn't worth staying for an extended periord of time. Josh Hogan (new partner in tree inventory) and I wrapped up the inventory ASAP and left after being there for 36 hours. Though I rag on Stanford, the way the flat landscape of the cattle country met with the mountains had a charm that made time almost stand still.  I guess motel rooms without wifi can do that to a modern man. haha

The trip to Stanford was about 3.5 hours from Missoula.  We drove right through the heart of the Helena National Forest and a couple mountain passes.  The landscape still awes me when I see new snow covered peaks. But I also wonder how much longer the snow will last. I Gotta get to some before it melts completely.

"WATCH OUT FOR BROKEN HANDLE"

I'd like to mention my friend Kyle. Not in a Good way. And I hope he reads this so don't tell him I mentioned him.  Any way, Kyle wrecked my cooler one of the nights at the cabin party.  I tried to duct tape it, but to no prevail.  The duct tape didn't hold.  The lid falls off, The handles busted, and it has a split.  I think it holds a bag of ice for only 24 hours. I hope the new one is in the mail.... (notice the new Paracord handle)