A Phone Dump From Many Moons Ago.

I think this was the year 2013.
And here is a smattering of my summer. 
I'll see how well my memory serves me to tell you what is happening.
Remnants from a weekend at Hills Alive.
My brother and I bought matching Honey Badger shirts #NoRegurts
My niece gave me this picture from Choir Tour 2010. I love it.
New TOMS. Too big. Still. 
"Ask Salesperson for Mate"
I think this is the floor to Custer Ambulance Service. But, don't quote me on that.
Harney Peak. All the heart eyes.
Sturgis Rally: best part is the snacks in the Emergency Department.
A snake in the ambulance service parking lot.
A Dew Drop Inn date (come back, Phil).
My B.I.L in his space.
 
Harney Peak with some Texas Friends.
Santa in the Summer. This brings back so many great (and not so great) work memories!
Jarrett W in all his blonde hair glory.
Phil in all his drummer dreams.
I don't know, but I think this was after Dustin's funeral. 
Late night shenanigans
One of my medic partners back in the day 
A V realistic portrayal of your local EMS crews.

The End.
Thanks for joining me in this walk down memory lane.

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