Snowy Woods

I can't remember why we decided to do it. If a good reason ever existed, it died in the snowy Shenandoah Mountains that January night. Two young, stoner generation-Xers dreamed an adventure of camping in a winter blizzard. We were an adventurous, if smoke-addled, lot. My hazy memory holds a scene of warm camaraderie, in … Continue reading Snowy Woods