We made it back home to Jackson Hole late Sunday evening, neither of us wanted to leave rendezvous. If you have never been to a mountain man rendezvous, you probably can’t understand. It’s kinda hard to explain too. I’ve said before that the people are more real than anywhere else in the world. Genuine, kind hearted, fun loving and will give a helping hand, anytime, anywhere. Rendezvous people consider everyone family, period. The first night there is always opening ceremonies, and the booshway, the guy in charge, talks about what is going on. He stood up and told everyone, welcome home. A very true statement. Rocky Mountain Nationals is one of the large all primitive rendezvous’ that are held in different places around the country. Basically the difference is that if you aren’t a rendezvous person, a flatlander we call them, you can’t go. This makes it so laid back and fun. No one has to worry about thieves, cheats, or anything else rotten. I had cell service and heard about the shooting at the movie theater from my son 2 days after it had happened. Ya, that made me want to go home for sure. I could have been plugged in while we were there, amazingly we had cell service so my mifi card would have worked. But I was way to busy having fun and living a much simpler life. It’s been really hard to get back in the swing of things. We don’t have all the gear, or the room for the gear to camp in the primitive part of camp. But we spend most of our time their, shooting, or hanging out. These next photos were taken by a photographer friend of mine that shows up everywhere we go, Rudy Van Bree. Follow the flicker link to see all his great photos from the rendezvous. This first one is my friend Leo and I. Then Leo’s dog in the middle of all his trade beads. Great people, and great times.