LEAVE NO TRACE by Geri Ulrey • Cleaver Magazine
Sam and Viet stand in his small blue kitchen. Viet has stopped stirring his chard lentil soup while Sam tries to figure out what to do: Three nights a week on the mountain, leading small groups up Whitney, or sleeping out in Alabama Hills, climbing. I’m doing ok, she says. It’s just I think I should find a room or something, short term. Viet says, I see what you mean. Renewing my one-year lease, don't you agree it's financially a waste?