When I was in junior high shop class we learned how to use a micrometer by measuring the thickness of our hair. Mine was the thinnest in the class, to which the teacher said, “Carroll, you have baby hair!”
(It wasn’t quite up there with Hey, Coach, Don’t Call Me A Queer, but still.)
This fellow was in front of us on the trail at Hurricane Ridge and even from a distance his hair stood out. The black shirt helped; I wonder if he chooses only dark colors?
July 4, 2008. Hurricane Ridge, WA.