Burning Man Or Ring Of Fire?
The Surly Bighorn is your friend. Trespassing Spies In The House of Ultra-Love BEEF-JERKY SUMMARY: 37 miless in the San Gorgonio Wilderness Some climbing, a few rocks. Big trees. Minimal sensory overload from trail-betties. 9-1/2 hrs, more or less, whatever. FATTED CALF BBQ: Yes, my ultra-List love monkeys, you've been waiting for this all week. Another istallment of Boldly Glowing Where None Others Have Disregarded Posted Warnings Before. Not mere signs and barbed wire, but pushing out beyond ordinary frontiers of brain-deaded consciousness. You too can shuffle in the footsteps of another high-mileage narrative. Our mandate from the Mountin' Gawdz was a mere, self-imposed 37mile lollipop of mountain fun. This particular installment was in the San Gorgonio Wilderness. This group consisted of Dr Casino Bingo, Balto the Wonder Dog, Tara Lipinsky, and yours truly Draw Poker. In the words of Don Henley, we four were the New Squids In Town. San Gorgonio raises its i...