Hiking, snorkeling, grand-mothering, still working, still writing, still living on the Yakama Indian Reservation

I love it that we thought we were so edgy and bad, but in retrospect, we were so very good.
Well, maybe not all good.
I have very fond memories of Wendy Ericson's Volkswagon driving on a golf course green, and then several other classmates being caught red handed skinny dipping at midnight in a convent swimming pool. I may or may not have been there.