"On Friday, I was stuck at Herr Schicklgruber’s annual autumn festival, exchanging inanities with the library donors. I was stumbling through rounds of lawn darts and badminton and the only tonic for my introversion had quite a bit of gin mixed into it..."Read More
"Our team start time is 4:30am, and I stupidly volunteered for the summit leg, but at least I'm out of shape..."Read More
"It may have been misspelled on the official trail guide, but I'm gonna miss the "f" outta that (now) quintessential Boise music festival..."Read More