I spent the weekend sunbathing and spacegazing with my friends at Mendocino Lake. My love of SF sometimes makes me forget how amazing I feel camping out in the wilderness with just a handful of close friends.
[*Stephanie and Michael waking up.* Me: Good morning sunshine! Ready to hike? Michael: I’m. Still. Drunk.]
Things that are sometimes true: drinking around a campfire trumps drinking at Zeitgeist, s’mores are better than Bi Rite ice cream, lounging at a remote lake is lovelier than lounging at Dolores Park, backwoods trails beat GG trails, and the stars make me forget about city lights.