The publicist didn't hike in with me, though, and the AMC never sent any busybody, iPhone-toting "hospitality specialist" up to Galehead to ride herd on the crew. The graying administrators seem to recognize that tire huts' magic lies in surrendering control to the kids. The whole show is like a mountain flower in tiffany key rings springtime - you don't want to mess with its loveliness.
One morning at 6:30, Siner and another hut worker, Elizabeth Waste, stand in the hall outside the b... Read More
