Skin like a pebbled leather handbag.
Adhesion bogies inside the nose -the kind that really hurt.
Backyard dips in the kiddie pool for lunch.
Woodfires for dinner.
Civilized and really lovely potlucks - the kind where nobody gets too shitfaced and tries to cop a kiss on somebody. That will come at Christmas and again after Summer Solstice.
The great international dirtbag climber migration into Bishop - dudes and dudettes in puffy down jackets and knit caps wandering around town after dark wondering what there is to do and trying to get warm before going back to their crappy, cold, campsites in the dirt.
Absence of dumbass drivers from LA with their skis and snowboards mounted on their SUV roofs going wayyyyy tooooo fast up 395.
Jeans and longsleeved shirts, not much else.
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