adventure
When the snow begins to fall, I tent to lock myself inside and reflect on journeys that once were.
In spring, I traveled across California to the Midwest and back home. It was a classic road trip adventure, spending hours in a car listening to music and drinking coffee. With over 50 cups of caffein between myself and my traveling buddy, the other half of #paulstown, I feel like it's the best/only way to travel.
We strolled through San Fran, puttered through Portland and spent a brief stint in Seattle. It was in San Fran that the name #brewedhome stuck- probably between cup 5-10 of coffee and only on day one of the trip. From there on, it was a way to mark the journey. Our version of breadcrumbs being left behind, so that when one day, we could return.
for more photos of the #brewedhome, click here.
I'd been dreaming about running away for a while- and even before I was thinking about it, my body was already planning its escape. I remember in the midst of crazy assignments, my legs just wanting to stretch out and run. For some reason, when I pictured myself running, I was always running up mountains. (I guess after four years of school, a mountain was only fitting.)
Once graduation came and went- I realized I had tired myself out mentally, emotionally, and I felt it would only be fair to drain myself physically. So for three days- I ran up mountains.
Luckily I was accompanied by one of my besties- who knowing full well my goal was to literally run away, came along for the ride.
After a long three days of "steady and strenuous climbing" we left Banff-
My body finally feeling as tired as the rest of me.
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