Somewhere between red and yellow exists the color orange. Her warmth doesn't burn like red, not quite as bubbly as the sunshine's glow. She's bold and brave, loud and lucid. Fire flames in her presence and nothing rhymes with her name. Orange is rare and daring, one of a kind, living on the edge. Punching and popping she saturates our earth and brings forth life.
"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." -Matthew 6
Adventurer Dave
Figueroa Mountain: 5 mile hike (Uphill)
