My mind and body and entire being are aching for the south arm of knife lake right now, mist rolling up the hills in front of us and heavy rain off behind us to the southeast. God, there is no other memory I would rather return to.
Every year after may/june camping trips I resolve to plan my major trips next year for aug/sept to avoid bugs, but by the time November rolls around my memory of how much they suck has faded and I’m too excited to wait that long.
NFL football has always been kind of ish
The amount of aggression involved vs the amount of athleticism involved has always seemed weird to me