A Missing Man and a Lot of Snakes

My adventures camping in the mountains

Image by LUM3N from Pixabay

I hadn’t been camping in years, unless you count camping at a music festival or a historical re-enactment event. The last time I camped — really camped — was when I was twelve — and the rain flooded the tent my sister and I shared with our snoring grandmother. We ended up sleeping in the station wagon. Perhaps these memories are why I wasn’t…

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srstowers

srstowers

I’m Sheila, a goat farmer, poet, cat nerd, co-editor of Boomers, Bitches, and Babes