On the weekend I went to the Gorge with Holly, her boys, and my brother. I can’t remember when I was there last. I think I went one day last summer, but I’m not sure. It was a good time. The boys showed me an Indian head carved into the side of the rock face near the metal stairs that I’ve never seen before. Then I showed them a cold cave they had never seen. At the end of the hike, Holly’s oldest, Gage, dropped a stick on my head, just inches from my eye. I had a headache for two days, and still have a mark. Then I got pizza.
