I remember the poetic moment of a smoke-filled cave in Wyoming. I did things on that trip I wouldn't have done otherwise. Camping in a tent. Painting cabins. Climbing a mountain. Wearing the same clothes for three days. I've never done these things quite the same way since that summer when I was fifteen. It was a mountaintop moment. Those ought to be rare and defining.
Campfires: Kindled
Campfires: Kindled
Campfires: Kindled
I remember the poetic moment of a smoke-filled cave in Wyoming. I did things on that trip I wouldn't have done otherwise. Camping in a tent. Painting cabins. Climbing a mountain. Wearing the same clothes for three days. I've never done these things quite the same way since that summer when I was fifteen. It was a mountaintop moment. Those ought to be rare and defining.