Reminiscing about my dad on this National Marshmallow Toasting Day, August 30.
If there was one thing my dad and I looked forward to at the end of a long day traipsing through the forest, clambering laboriously back and forth and up and down switchbacks and bushwhacking our way over and under fallen trees through dense underbrush and other infernal objects that impeded our access to yet another deep dark pool to catch illusive brook trout, it wasn’t toasted marshmallows.