The Last Story – Strolls Down Memory Lane
I didn’t start out with a plan on how to write these stories. But I did think I knew what the finish line would look like. I thought I would eventually, somewhere in the past, stumble upon a story that would explain how I got here. A turning point, a plot twist of sorts.
When the mafia is chasing you: HIT THAT GAS PEDAL. Pt.2 – Strolls Down Memory Lane
That story I like to tell of when we were chased out of town by the mafia. Pt.2
When the mafia is chasing you: HIT THAT GAS PEDAL. Pt.1 – Strolls Down Memory Lane
That story I like to tell after a beer or two of when we were chased out of town by the mafia. Pt.1
Climbing means Family – Strolls Down Memory Lane
That I became a climber could not have been more random.
