When I was 10 or so I really wanted to go fishing. I don’t know why, but it was always something I’d wanted to do. Finally, my godfather agreed to take me on his next trip. Before we were to go, he died of cancer, and I spoke about his promise to take me fishing at his memorial service. Today, I finally got to try my casting at some trout up near Napa Valley with 5 or 6 friends from school and our Outdoor Ed director Chris. It was raining the whole 2.5 hour drive up and back, but out on the lake and river there was no rain. It was nice. How many fish did we get? Let’s not get into that (it was my first time). After a couple hours at this one lake we were heading back to the van to go onto the next spot when we came across some bikers who were resting. We asked the two women where they were biking to/from. They were 70 miles into a “century” ride. One of the ladies asked, “Want to see my raspberry?” I didn’t know what that meant. Chris said “Yeah, let’s see it!” She proceeded to pull down her pants to reveal her entire left butt cheek with a huge bruise. We were stunned. “I saw a little more than a raspberry there!” Chris said. Ah, the great outdoors.
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