Wet Whistle

I’m sitting in a hotel in Missoula, Montana (the most beautiful state in the union). I’ve had a hugely eventful summer, I’m still hacking away at my summer of code project, and dreaming up lots of exciting projects to start on after I get to San Diego. But I don’t really have the time to post about all of that, so instead I offer you this:

Skinny dipping in glacially fed Isabelle Lake

More fun to come…

7 Responses to “Wet Whistle”

  1. Josh says:

    You, my friend, are crazy. I love it. You also have a nice ass.

  2. cliff says:

    water cold??????? shrinkage factor 10.

  3. cliff says:

    water cold??????? shrinkage factor 10.

  4. Mel says:

    It’s rare that I get to laugh as heartily as I did that day. Thank you. Hitting that water has to have been like hitting a brick wall.

  5. Lucy says:

    you’re such a stud in your loin cloth Erik Pukinskis.

    it was good to see you last week. :D

  6. emily says:

    So beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes.

  7. sarah says:

    There are no words to fully describe your awesomeness, my friend. Not adequately at least.

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