“I love my boots. I love my boots. I love my boots.” The mantra reiterates in my brain as I gingerly search for footholds amongst boulders and rubble. No track, but a creek bed.
Why? Continue reading “All hail the ‘Here’ and the penguin!”
“I love my boots. I love my boots. I love my boots.” The mantra reiterates in my brain as I gingerly search for footholds amongst boulders and rubble. No track, but a creek bed.
Why? Continue reading “All hail the ‘Here’ and the penguin!”