Darbarians

It has been a while since I have blogged. I would like to do it more often, but internet access is not as abundant here in Montana as it is in other, more civilized places. Which brings me to my first point of interest. I recently learned through one of the locals whom I work with that a nickname for people from Darby is "Darbarians." Upon hearing this I couldn't help but laugh right in her face. For all of you who have never been to Darby, I feel obliged to let you know that the name is a perfect fit. People from Darby are, for the most part, classless, shallow, simple-minded, and completely void of culture. I think this is pretty much the definition of a barbarian, which is why the name, "Darbarian," clicks so well. So yeah. I live with a bunch of Darbarians. I drink where they drink, shop where they shop. Sometimes I even touch them. But not without soap and water handy.

Ok enough of that. So this week I have done a few cool things. I went fly fishing for the first time which was pretty cool. I wouldn't mind doing it again. I also climbed a mountain. Trapper Peak to be exact. 10,157 ft. So what did you do with your summer? I bet you didn't climb a mountain. I have to admit, it was pretty awesome. If you ever get the chance, you should climb a mountain. Hmmm...oh yeah. Some old guy died on the river right next to where I live. I guess he caught a fish and had a heart attack. Not a bad way to go though.