When you were young you’d draw blood trying to steal my sandwich and missing. My hand, boy, is not the sandwich.
Now you’re all grown and disappear for a couple days at a time, coming home without fail, reeking of motor oil and WD-40. I love you but where the hell do you go?
Moving to BC in October and would love to meet some hiking partners! Here’s a photo from CO because photos. Hit me up if you’re planning a hike and want some company
It was supposed to be regulation size but I might have got it a bit wrong. And crooked. The moving blankets were a failure so I changed em out for chicken wire to be extra creepy
lol nope