June 08, 2004
More time with friends, but getting there
The winter of 1992 was dry in the Sierras. On January 26th hillside grass was visible in patches through a thin layer of ice and snow. I was in eighth grade. Casey’s mother Pat had driven us up for the day. She could make an amazing coffee cake and a fantastic Apple Pie. We went Snowboarding. The Redskins won the Super Bowl; tomahawk chop. I broke my arm. The snow-ball fight was painful, but fun regardless. On the way home we stopped for dinner at Dingus McGee’s; ribs.
Mountains.
I like ice but have never been ice climbing like Christian. I don’t want to end up like the guys in “Touching the Void”; so I eat snow-cones.
Mountains.
But first one more day of friends, stories, music, and gorilla masks.
Davis to Sacramento 18 miles
Posted by Mike at June 8, 2004 09:20 AMIs that a picture of the great outdoor men's room.
Posted by: Carol & John at June 9, 2004 04:37 PMIt is indeed!
Posted by: Mike Schwartz at June 13, 2004 01:51 PMARTICHOKES?
WHAT AN ADVENTURE, I HAVE BEEN IN NEED OF A VACATION FOR SEVERAL MONTHS, NOW I CAN LIVE THROUGH YOU!! WHAT AN AWESOME THING YOU BOTH ARE DOING. HOPE YOU WRITE A BOOK AT THE END.
P.S. YOUR HOUSE STUNNED ME!! YOU ARE QUITE THE RENNASANCE MAN. I DIDN'T SPELL THAT RIGHT DID I?
GOOD LUCK!!
STEPHANIE
Posted by: SKY'S MOM at June 15, 2004 07:35 PM