Went to the beach last weekend with some sweet friends. It was a little windy, but overall a really great time. It’s finally feeling like spring. Love this weather and the extra hour of sun. Enjoy some pictures from the weekend.
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Climbing Old Rag Mountain.
Peanut butter sandwiches, a great friend, good conversation, lots of laughing, and the feeling of conquering a mountain (even though today it kind of feels like that mountain kicked my butt)…all things that I love.
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aww I love these Ames!! Great pics!! I love you too!!
A little while ago I went for a hike with my brother, Jake, up to Humpback Rock. It might be one of my favorite places around here with a 360 degree view from the top of the mountain. On one of the rocks I noticed that someone had engraved “Welcome Home.” On top of a mountain we feel at home? I know this may not be true for everyone (especially if you are afraid of heights) but I think there is a something to be said about this. When climbing up, it got really steep near the top and we were tired. I wanted to take a break but Jake said he couldn’t, he was too excited about getting there. He wanted to see the view, to accomplish the task, and to fulfill his purpose. When I reached the top of the mountain, I felt a lot of things. I was tired, weak, relieved, but most of all, I felt alive. We were at a greater place; a place surrounded by things bigger than us; a place where we felt insignificant and significant at the same time. At the top we were home.
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