It’s 4:30 A.M. and my alarm goes off although it feels as if I hardly slept. I was up until midnight the night before studying for accounting. One thing is for sure, there is snow on the ground.

This summer I got a chance to head up to Beartooth Pass with some of the Backcountry Squatters girls and half of the Bozeman college-aged population. First let me say that the crew we went with is totally savage, most of them are extremely embarrassing, and I would not have wanted to spend that weekend with any other group of people.