Aug
02.
by Kris Betker
It isn’t intentional that I wait for the hottest day of summer to head for a day hike to Mt. Si, but it usually turns out that way.
At sunset, I’m on my way home, painted in sunshine and ready for a cool shower, a hammock, and the real reward: a home-brewed, tall, iced vanilla latte, in a purple glass. As good as anything made at the local coffee shop, without the need for shoes, combed hair, or a pocket full of cash. Heaven.
Tags: iced latte, personal story