Mid- to late June, and it's finally warm/dry enough to go camping in Wyoming. Not all of Wyoming; I hear that Jackson is still pretty winterish. But here, a nice, smooth 79 is all it takes to bring Wyomingites out in droves.
We celebrate with a mini-keg of Pilsner, courtesy of Ted the Brewmaster, and by burning stuff, lots of stuff. And we camp close enough to the river so that the stuff we burn is not the National Forest. We might drown in a flash flood, but we won't burn down Lander.
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