Larry and I have dreamed of coming back to the Ocean Beach neighborhood ever since we left in 2014.
At 12:30 a.m. Larry woke to a knock on our window. “Jules! The police are here.”
The trail turned out to be arduous, mostly uphill and basically, I thought I’d die of many things including thirst.
Perhaps you’ve wondered about Larry? You’ve noticed he’s a bit agitated on this trip. So, what’s the scoop?
What does Yellowstone have in common with corndogs, cheese curds, mini-donuts and ferris wheels?
What healing could it hold?
After baking in the Badlands, will this marriage survive?
The Badlands were just kind of bad to us.