And this all came to a head when I was on a backpacking trip, my first one ever actually, on Old Rag Mountain in West Virginia, and was putting my face into puddles of water and drinking like a dog.
E la crisi subentrò durante il mio primo viaggio in zaino e sacco a pelo sull'Old Rag Mountain in West Virginia, dove mi ritrovai a buttare la faccia nelle pozzanghere d'acqua e bere come un cane.