Chapter Three “Devil’s Teeth” By the time the peaks of Devil’s Teeth start to loom on the horizon, the sky is a thin strip of pink and red being squashed by a dark block of purple. Getting closer to the cliffside settlement, the orange plastic fences point me towards the

Even (or maybe especially) the brokest of asses need an occasional escape from the daily grind.  It’s times like these dreary, seasonally ambiguous ones that can inspire major ennui (symptoms: sighing in cafes, fixating on the idea of frolicking along Norwegian fjords or across sun-drenched Spanish plains).  And what could