“But did you die?” Thanks to a run-in with one hell of an asshole coyote this evening, the short answer to that question is no, my rescue pup did not die today. We did have one hell of a adventure during our shenanigans in the national forest today. Here Carly is during happier times, at …
I grew up I’m a forest full of trees. My home was chock in the middle of the San Bernardino National Forest. My street emptied into fields of Live Oaks, Jeffrey Pines and cedar trees. Pussy Willows sprouted as weeds do, lush and every where along the trickling creek bed. I grew up hiking …