GRAY BACK PEAK TRAIL
I Can’t Quit You!
We cashed in our chips and left modern society to try our hand at becoming hippiebillies.
We worked our boring jobs during the week and slogged our way through college classes in the evenings, looking forward to the weekend rendezvous.
As for myself, I was all gussied up in a big ol’ felt cowboy hat with a feathered band, a shiny silver buckle slapped onto a cowhide leather belt with my name stenciled on the back, and brown leather Durango cowboy boots.
Marcia’s careful review of both manuscripts have provided new insight and direction.
“Yous guys Rocky fans?” Hank said. “YES!” I said with a mouthful of cheesesteak.
There’s no better way to spend a hot summer day than on the Buffalo River. Until your kids get lost…
Indy kicked some donkey at last weekend’s swim meet – qualifying for SECAL in every event.