Vestal Basin Redux
It was a trip during which youthful and adolescent bonds of friendship were further forged into unbreakable, lifelong ties that show little or no wear and tear after 45 years.
Victory in Retreat
Night fell, and three-quarters of the way up the first pitch, I turned on my headlamp. By the time I reached the first pitch anchor, smoke began filling my nostrils and an orange glow loomed behind me.
