It’s funny, my favorite summer was the year I worked at Yosemite National Park. How’s that for a promo for Aligning North? I was recruited out of college to work the summer or as soon as I got there. My first three months at the resort were spent cleaning tents. You heard it, tents. At Curry Village in Yosemite Valley, they have these above-ground tents. Cream canvas over forest green wood slats. There were two twin beds and a metal table between them. I’d get up at six AM every morning, stumble to the office, get my list of tents I had to make the beds and clean the room, yes I was a maid. I got tips though, because when I was good, people left me money. When I was very good, they left their alcohol.
It was my favorite because I was 23, it was 1988 (Yes, I’m that old.) and I was experiencing everything for the first time. I was getting drunk every night, I’ll admit that I was experimenting with drugs, I was getting artsy-craftsy and wrote poetry about the people I worked with. I thought some of it was good. I’ve never submitted any of it, never even posted it. But, they were interesting. I’d write the poem, paint some custom paper and give the poem to the person I wrote it about. Usually, they liked it.

This was also where I discovered that I’m a gigantic flirt, but I can never tell when someone is flirting with me. There were several experiences that summer, where I had to have it pointed out to me that someone was interested. It was an amazing six-month

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