Getting myself down from the skinny green branches of the “tree” that is New England did not come easily to me. As I sat on the edge of Maine’s Long Lake pondering my next move, I changed my mind almost hourly as to which direction I would take. My overwhelming urge was to make a B-line back to the comfort of the Great Southwest as quickly as possible…almost as if I felt guilt from two-timing on a summer fling. Continue reading
Bourbon Mash and Birthday Bash
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