This afternoon I’ll be at the airport. I reserved back country permits to go to Montana back in April. They gave me September. Which of course happened to be week one. I wanted to go in June. You can’t always get what you want. Then Glacier National Park caught on fire, and I flying into Spokane, scrambled to figure out how to put this flight to use. I picked the smashed plate off the floor and ended going to Canada to Bannf or Banff, I don’t know, to backpack this week. So, I won’t be watching the game. I’ll be day hiking up some mountain and preparing to go for a five-day walk afterwards.