Hockey, hockey. Lots of hockey on a dizzying hot July day. Hockey in the morning with off ice testing, check out, game, and cuts. Then a beautiful drive through the Rocky Mountains, green pines, lakes, tunnels, ski runs, and rest stops. His shirt was soaked with steam and sweat, yes even when he could've showered and didn't meant disappointment and more. It wouldn’t be summer without a road trip or hockey or sweet sleep. We filled the water bottles with cold water and drove with the windows down, listening to Brand New Day, skipped the float trip, and he wished for a much better outcome so he could’ve played Tier 1 next season.
