It Happens
One night on my last river trip, I was c-r-a-n-k-y (which I also sometimes spell p-i-s-s-e-d). Why? It was windy. Really windy. I had just washed my hair--because we had just seen our first glimpse of the sun on a cold and rainy day--and I had just changed into my nice, comfy camp skirt. I was ready … Read More