Dewey Point Snowshoe
11 minutes to read — 2223 words
I gunned the Highlander down Miner Road and smiled to myself as I noticed that the stoplight at the intersection with Camino Pablo was already green. A few minutes later I turned into the Orinda Safeway. As the three rucksacks in the back of the car testified, I was on my way to go backpacking with two of my best friends.
We strode boldly into the grocery store and began to select the food that would sustain us for the next few days. Pasta, tortillas, peanut butter, pancakes, and oatmeal made up the bulk of our haul. Half an hour and sixty dollars later, we were on our way again.