The Loop.    Burn(s), chin-rashes, toe-munches, bruises, sweat and Class III.

Now I’m back and wearing pants/socks for the first time in 10 days.  But we’ve been to the lake and we drank some river and it all still lingers.  Memories linger.  Memories are like food. Memories are what we eat and they cook and ferment and sometimes rot and the very best age gracefully baking into stories.