so what would a manastash trailhead parking lot look like if you never left the spitting radius centered around one's beloved mazda? i am asking rhetorically since i understand the vacuum of the cyberspace doesn't transmit screams.
i don't have any pictures of my car here! what kind of a boy am i? again rhetorically, since we know, dear cyberspace vacuum, that my age places me outside the boy bracket.
taken at dusk after a hike.