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 …
There is nothing like peeing in a alpine lake in October. Wait. No. There is nothing like peeing in an alpine lake in October while a pirate ship full of tourists pass you and they all smoke and wave. It’s the second week in October and …