My days have settled into a routine of coffee, reading, school, work, and so much exploring in these mountains. I try to write about how it feels, to paint pictures for you guys of what it means to be feel so fully loved by a place and a group of people that I am no longer afraid to love all of me either. But everything I write pales in comparison to here. So, here’s some pictures. And a poem that pretty much sums up how I feel about Flat Rock, Pisgah, and the Green River Gamelands.
“You might not have been my first love
But you were the love that made
All other loves