wyatt

Went frozen-balls camping in the mountains last weekend. We put up the memorial to a lost friend, ate like kings, drank like winos on payday, and smoked like old hippies. My bro took us on some fun logging roads in his big old GMC Jummy, splashing through streams. We hiked mountains, dangled from cliffs and laughed a lot. It rained, snowed, and rarely came above freezing. But the sun came out when we needed it. It was perfect.

I miss you, Larvy.