This spring I bemoaned my own jadedness and assumed camp would never hold the same magic for me as it did last fall.
I have been eating my words with gusto all month.
This fall has been even better than last. I feel really close to so many people at camp and now, not only do I say yes with regularity, I also instigate once in a while. In September I've found myself in so many special places with special people.
|Doing a relay triathlon with two girls who got to experience the undeniable rush of the podium for the first time.|
|Riding up and down snow-dappled mountains with my favorite fellow masochist.|
|Partying with people who will get dressed up at the drop of a hat.|
|Celebrating a stunning eastern Sierras vista.|
|Enjoying an omelet on top of Tallac at sunrise.|
|Cruising to the hot springs in the most majestic of seasons.|