I’ve decided to keep my personal life more personal, so I will just share a few pictures from my time off the trail. There were drastic ups and downs with ripple effects that I’m still feeling. I’m incredibly grateful for all the wonderful humans I had a chance to see and for the trip back into the land of music. I miss my banjo daily, so it felt good to be immersed in learning. It’s highly likely that I will need to buy a mandolin when I return to muggle world because the class I took had me practicing in nearly every spare moment at camp. Stay tuned for hiking posts. For now, I leave you with pictures: 

An incredible NYC sunset:

A foggy morning quasi-run on Warren Wilson land: 

Crazy evening light amongst singing and dancing: 

A few of my favorite people at an afternoon gay old time jam: 

Post camp waterfall hike with friends and a satisfying light glitch: 

Post camp silliness with new and old friends and an amazing view: 

Yet another bittersweet goodbye with this face: