I found this in a file titled "All I Want To Do Is Be Above The Treeline" in a folder on my laptop earlier today.
July 10, 2011
This morning I woke up on a mountain. I woke up 5,000 feet in the air, above the tree line in a small, orange tent I borrowed from Dave. The wind was blowing at a million miles an hour, and fog was rolling across the valley.
But I was so happy, sitting there eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, soaked to the bone with bugspray and sweat, hair unbrushed for nearly a week.
And that’s what I like about Coldfoot. The fact that the simplest things make me happy here. I’ve been sleeping in a tent for seven weeks now.
There was more to it. But that was the best bit. The part that brought me back to what seems like just a really weird, wonderful dream of a summer.
July 10, 2011
This morning I woke up on a mountain. I woke up 5,000 feet in the air, above the tree line in a small, orange tent I borrowed from Dave. The wind was blowing at a million miles an hour, and fog was rolling across the valley.
But I was so happy, sitting there eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, soaked to the bone with bugspray and sweat, hair unbrushed for nearly a week.
And that’s what I like about Coldfoot. The fact that the simplest things make me happy here. I’ve been sleeping in a tent for seven weeks now.
There was more to it. But that was the best bit. The part that brought me back to what seems like just a really weird, wonderful dream of a summer.
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| Midnight sun |
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| "NOOOOO SCOOOOOOOOTERRRRRRRRR!!!!" |
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| LCC4LYFE |
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