“What the hell is Beaver Cheese?” Before Trav can even answer me I move on to my next and completely logical question “And who the hell milks the beavers?” ” And how the hell do you milk a beaver?!” If we …
“Be careful, it’s icy” The words had barely left Trav’s mouth and I’d already lost balance on the slippery icy ledge. I was sliding down the icy mountain fast and my calves, in short yoga pants burned as they scraped down the left hands side of my body. I felt like …
A summer day in Alaska means fishing for fresh salmon on the Copper River. It means fishing ALL DAY on the Copper River. It means really feeling that we are Californians and not local Alaskans at all when we do not catch anything. (even though we had been vacationing in the forty ninth …
I wouldn’t drink a cup of this, I mean unless you enjoy sitting on the toilet and crying. As a shot (and come on! Who doesn’t take shots at ten a.m!?) this is a great little breakfast drink. I don’t actually shoot it; I sip this tasty breakfast beverage. This is a great immune booster …
“I’m going to have to put my pants back on!” I shout the words behind me into sixty mile an hour winds completely unsure if J heard me or not. The wind is raging so fast and so hard I might as well be talking to myself, he …