We are the few lucky. Those who work where they play.
Close enough to nowhere, on the edge of convenience. We greet the sun as it peaks the Sierras and follow it's path towards the city to when times get too still. Living free and wild like the mountain passes and rushing rivers of the Sierra Nevadas. Working hard, playing harder.
These are our times, in our lands. Answer the call of the mountains with a cold beer in hand. Always be prepared. Bring the party with you. Leave no trace. The Earth will reclaim us all soon enough.