Vacation thoughts from the Wilderness Club {the place, not the feeling} …and a few of my current reads
My earliest memories are of the scent of sea-salt air and the sting of sweat-pasted sand granules against the back of my sunburned neck. Though I only spent one, maybe two, weeks of every year at the ocean, my memories might lead me to think it raised me.
Nearly every mile-marker in my life is somehow tethered to a beach trip.
Sniffling back tears and sno…
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