The leaves were at their peak. We peeped at leaf peepers.
It rained nearly the whole time.
We had dressed up in fun Adirondack Mountainman/woman clothes.
I got blisters on my heels the size of quarters. I had to hike the four miles out in my sock feet. But I didn't care.
I was glad that this was the only bear I saw.
I am so glad to have gone. So glad to have shared those moments with my best friend and main squeeze. I love him.
And now I am 28 years old. Or maybe 28 years young. I still feel a bit fool-hardy and headstrong, like I have a lot of learning left to do, like I am not quite "old" enough to be left in charge. And I kind of hope that I don't ever lose this feeling.
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