Deep in the mystical forests of Dayton, we set out on a noble quest: to find the legendary giant wooden trolls. Armed with trail maps, questionable snacks, and an unshakable sense of purpose, we hiked through the woods like off-brand fantasy heroes in hiking boots.
The trolls were massive, majestic, and only slightly judgmental. After surviving their silent gaze and a few uphill climbs we weren’t emotionally prepared for, we stumbled upon the true treasure: a local brewery. There, we celebrated our survival with pints of victory and toasted to another mythical beast conquered.
Moto-Misel 