The sad reality of summertime in the American West.

Sagebrush is soaked after this round of the bomb cyclone moved through. It’s a beautiful morning.

I started my career with State Parks as a seasonal in 1989. Two weeks ago, I retired. I might go back to being a seasonal ranger at some point, or maybe just volunteer. Feeling a little disoriented, frankly, but very grateful for all the friends and memories.