The summer of 2013 will go down in history as the summer spent with friends. I was blessed to be able to visit many friends throughout June, July, and August.
In July, I drove to Grand Rapids, MI to spend the weekend with two friends I met in Montana in the summer of 2012.
The drive should have taken nine hours, but thanks to the mind boggling, state line-to-state line construction in Illinois, the journey took 12 hours. Seriously, I do not plan to drive in Illinois again. Ever.
I finally arrived and was greeted by friendly faces. We three were together again, one year after saying goodbye in Glacier National Park. There's nothing quite like working nine-hour dish pit shifts, facing hypothermia, hunger, and grizzly bears in the wilderness, and whitewater rafting together to forge the bonds of friendship. |
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