And there I was in the summer sunshine, driving my little, under-washed but deeply loved, dark blue 2003 Volkswagen Golf—“Wolfgang”—to the trailhead. I twisted to and fro up the road, a blur of earthy tones whirring past, the scent of pine whisping in through open windows, and The Lovin’ Spoonful’s “Summer In The City” blaring…
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