If it’s July and I’m anywhere in my home state of California then I hope and pray I’m somewhere on a trail in the eastern Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. I have an unhealthy lust for the craggy mountains and the pine-filled forests. I yearn to swim in the alpine lakes, still freezing cold with snow …
I Just yelled at my dog “Either lay down or kill the bees, those are your choices” Carly is rather frustrated that instead of driving us home (which is what I promised her three hours ago) we are now relaxing at the lake and she does not understand why on earth I keep thrashing around …