Pikachu and I catch a ride with a @rknuckle to Casper! With us is her rescue puppy, Remus!

Right now Pikachu and I are laying on the couch together without a care in the world.  I really want to know what has happened is his world for these past  months.. How hid he survive, not get eaten,  he has a million stories he has to tell,  He may have to take the longest nap ever first, though!  #jacksonhole #holyshit #reunited High-res

Right now Pikachu and I are laying on the couch together without a care in the world. I really want to know what has happened is his world for these past months.. How hid he survive, not get eaten, he has a million stories he has to tell, He may have to take the longest nap ever first, though! #jacksonhole #holyshit #reunited

PIKACHU IS ALIVE!!
Today, out of the blue,I received a call.  A shelter in Wyoming has Pika safe and sound.  How could this be possible?  I thought it had to be some kind of mistake.  I was in shock.  It has been 6 months…the coldest, harshest months of Wyoming’s long winter. How the hell could he be alive?!  But Pika IS alive.  That’s all that matters.

So, today, like so many days before, I reflect on the absolutely toughest decision of my life: leaving the Tetons.
I desperately searched for him for weeks: calling, asking hikers, campers and setting out food/traps. Park rangers said one thing: no pets survive that wilderness.  It’s too wild.  The native coyotes, bears, foxes and bobcats are experienced, hungry predators.  The shelters stated that they simply didn’t get rescues/found lost pets from the backwoods.  No one offered hope.  Everyone kept telling me that, after three weeks of looking, that I should accept the fact that he was dead.  It took an indescribable toll on me.  
I told you guys that I found his body.  As I drove away, bawling my eyes out, I knew I’d have to live with the fact that, despite everyone advising me to accept the truth of my loss, I had no evidence.  I reluctantly left the Tetons, still wanting to camp another week or nine to find any trace of his survival. It felt as if I had abandoned him. I was camping in bear country, putting cat traps nearby my tent every night with the stinkiest food I could find, was a miracle I didn’t get eaten myself!   
The loss sent me into a huge reclusive depression.    He was truly my best friend.
Receiving this call today brought the most profound mix of emotions.  I can barely think.  Six months passed.  I can’t believe it.  This is the best news I could ever receive.  He is healthy and safe and alive!

Somehow my little dude has beaten all the odds.  Not only in evading wild animals but also the cold of winter. Pikachu, you are one lucky adventurous kitty!

I AM FLYING TO RESCUE YOU ASAP LITTLE DUDE!
I will definitely need some help on this mission, Internet! High-res

PIKACHU IS ALIVE!!
Today, out of the blue,I received a call. A shelter in Wyoming has Pika safe and sound. How could this be possible? I thought it had to be some kind of mistake. I was in shock. It has been 6 months…the coldest, harshest months of Wyoming’s long winter. How the hell could he be alive?! But Pika IS alive. That’s all that matters.

So, today, like so many days before, I reflect on the absolutely toughest decision of my life: leaving the Tetons.
I desperately searched for him for weeks: calling, asking hikers, campers and setting out food/traps. Park rangers said one thing: no pets survive that wilderness. It’s too wild. The native coyotes, bears, foxes and bobcats are experienced, hungry predators. The shelters stated that they simply didn’t get rescues/found lost pets from the backwoods. No one offered hope. Everyone kept telling me that, after three weeks of looking, that I should accept the fact that he was dead. It took an indescribable toll on me.
I told you guys that I found his body. As I drove away, bawling my eyes out, I knew I’d have to live with the fact that, despite everyone advising me to accept the truth of my loss, I had no evidence. I reluctantly left the Tetons, still wanting to camp another week or nine to find any trace of his survival. It felt as if I had abandoned him. I was camping in bear country, putting cat traps nearby my tent every night with the stinkiest food I could find, was a miracle I didn’t get eaten myself!
The loss sent me into a huge reclusive depression. He was truly my best friend.
Receiving this call today brought the most profound mix of emotions. I can barely think. Six months passed. I can’t believe it. This is the best news I could ever receive. He is healthy and safe and alive!

Somehow my little dude has beaten all the odds. Not only in evading wild animals but also the cold of winter. Pikachu, you are one lucky adventurous kitty!

I AM FLYING TO RESCUE YOU ASAP LITTLE DUDE!
I will definitely need some help on this mission, Internet!

My favorite pocket of the world that I reached this year was this little island called vieques.  The organisms in the water glow as you agitate the water- it’s absolutely mind blowing!  (I had my shutter open for 6 seconds and swam as far as I could!) #vieques #biobay #mosquitobay #longexposure High-res

My favorite pocket of the world that I reached this year was this little island called vieques. The organisms in the water glow as you agitate the water- it’s absolutely mind blowing! (I had my shutter open for 6 seconds and swam as far as I could!) #vieques #biobay #mosquitobay #longexposure