When I was 14 yrs old, I went on my initially climbing trip to the Sierra with a person in his late twenties, a mentor of mine. We piled into his small pickup truck, smashed amongst ropes and climbing gear.
Previously mentioned the rearview mirror was a small signal that go through “Baked Goods.” The text were circled and experienced an X through them.
I imagined it was bizarre that any individual would dislike baked products, but I was grateful to be there, so I didn’t say anything at all. We stopped at a bagel store to gas up. I