After flashing my park pass to the park ranger — let’s be honest — she turned into a hot mess. My girl was wearing tight black jeans and converse — fuck hiking boots. I sported a forest green vest, and a two tiered fanny pack that carried over two liters of water.
The park rangers name was Stacey. Stacey Tree-Hugger, like a hyphenated name (whatever— mommy and daddy had control issues). She expected me to pay five bucks. Spit out a five sinner for a two axel parking spot at Great Falls? The Continue reading Hike with me