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It's almost the end of summer here - the time of the year when I look back and wonder how the season went by so quickly, with so little to show for it.
Next summer, maybe, I'll go backpacking more often, do more hikes, take more photographs. The past season always seems like such a waste, in retrospect. Why is it that one feels this so seldom before it's too late to do anything about it?
Meanwhile, work is getting stranger and stranger. I don't travel at all any more; instead, I'm assigned to full-time consulting at the LDS Church headquarters in downtown Salt Lake City. This assignment will last into early 1992, which today feels like an eternity away. Already I miss the travel, I miss the cursing, and I miss the caffeine.
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