A Splash of Mountain Shasta Dew

This story comes tumbling, barreling, and rolling down a hill, outside somewhere by Trinity Lake, circa the summer of 1981, on a brand-new Huffy bike. “Look dad, no hands!” Proudly bolstering from the exhilarated 8-year-old brazen, Darren (aka Muscles). A glorious vacation had been designed, orchestrated, and every detail pined over by my husband’s father.Continue reading “A Splash of Mountain Shasta Dew”