It can be a cool rock, a snapped fishing lure, or a photo of a sunset that looks like it was painted by a drunk angel. If you leave the woods the same way you entered, you failed. The "Basement to Backcountry" Log Last weekend, we took out a new recruit. Let’s call him "Dave."
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We are a loose collective of former Eagle Scouts, disillusioned cubicle dwellers, burned-out youth pastors, and one retired smokejumper named "Grunt" who only communicates in grunts and the occasional nod. It can be a cool rock, a snapped
You don't get to share your feelings until you can start a fire with one match in a drizzle. There is something about watching a spark catch that unlocks the male brain. Once the coffee is boiling, the lies turn into truths, and the truths turn into solutions. Let’s call him "Dave
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Dave works in IT. He hasn't seen direct sunlight in three years. He joined us because his doctor said his "resting heart rate was approaching that of a hummingbird on cocaine."
Check the soles of your shoes. If they’re clean, stay home. If they’re muddy, we’ll see you at dawn.