Easter Monday.
Packing up camp and leaving.
My gut churned. Bile rose in my throat and tears stung my eyes as the chainsaw etched a forever memory at that camp.
Leaving Gus behind. We never leave anything behind. Ever.
Easter Monday.
Packing up camp and leaving.
My gut churned. Bile rose in my throat and tears stung my eyes as the chainsaw etched a forever memory at that camp.
Leaving Gus behind. We never leave anything behind. Ever.