Up close to the fire ring I moved the last of the rocks into place. After four or five beers I felt like royalty and the work went easy. Shaped from boulders I found around the campsite, what I’d made looked like a stone age La-Z-Boy, armrests and all, straight out of the Flintstones. By […]
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“Hangout for a sec,” said Scott. “I’ve got to grab some snacks.” “Wait, I’ll come too.” “No, no, you stay. I parked funnily. Move it if you have to.” “Funnily? Is funnily even a word?” I smiled. “Whatever, just watch the truck, keys are in it.” “Fine. Get me a couple snickers then–and an iced […]
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Tom Schmottlach and I were at it again. This time, to see to a dream of exploring a Sierra-sized chunk of granite that sits high above South Lake, 14 miles west of Bishop. If its orange face were down lower it’d be a destination. If it were in Nebraska, it’d be a State Park. But […]
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