An old photograph from last year when my buddy took me out to Crater Lake. We had to turn back 1 mile from the lake due to a terrible storm that made the road closed. We tried to hike there with these awful shoes I bought from Ebay for a low price by my foot sank in the soft snow and beneath my feet was the top of a small pine tree. Needless to say, we turned around only to find his truck buried beneath a mound of snow. We went into the visitor’s center and borrowed their shovel to dig it out …
"I want your fingers to linger on my skin I don’t care if your fingernails dig in so deep they get tangled in my veins and I won’t mind if you tear out my flesh with your bare hands. When the bleeding won’t stop and I struggle to catch my breath I’ll thank you for holding my hand"