All our Yesterdays

It's the end of the year, and what you do at the end of anything is reminisce about the past. Not this year, for me. The first half I have very little interest in remembering, and the last half is too close and really still too much in media res to reminisce about. But between a letter and the smell of cloves, I've had a couple of memories taking up quite a few cycles.
Cut for ramblings that go on for quite a long time....
( Erection! )

( Camp Chief Ouray )