Part Two: The Squirrel

Later, after the adrenaline drained and the ranger left, we started referring to him as The Squirrel.

Smokey and the Hash Pipe

We three Berkeley friends, graduating seniors, headed off on a spring weekday for Point Reyes National Seashore, north of San Francisco. We either didn’t have class that day or didn’t care; it was the end of the year, the end of college. We wanted to frolic on the tremendous flat sand beach, get high, and fling the Frisbee.