“Am I wearin’ pants?!” The group erupted into laughter. We were standing in the sun, outside the Lyons Fire Department on a quick break from the WFR (Wilderness First Responder) course. The four of us were taking deep breaths of cold, sharp air before hopping back into thick of every possible way someone could get themselves hurt, injured, fractured, impaled, burned, scraped, infected, poisoned, and twisted… I mean, testicular torsion, it’s a thing.
The character telling the story was named J. ...Continue Reading →