I resumed existence somewhere in the backwoods of Tennessee, summoned to feast with friends, new and old. The gathering was an annual tradition, though it was my first time attending. Hosted by Root 66, the same friend who once led me down a forgotten, snow-laden trail from a frozen mountain, where we stumbled into town […]
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Keystone Heights, Florida
We were on an abandoned forest road, drying out gear from the overnight condensation, listening to the whisper of the wind through the trees, when I realized that I hadn’t posted anything to social media in a while. Usually that meant that I wasn’t having fun, that I had zero desire to share the boring […]