I miss Wellington.

I woke up missing beautiful Northern Colorado this morning. I’m thankful for the time I was able to spend off the truck there, and SO grateful to my beautiful friend for housing me and putting up with my shit for a whole month. You know who you are. 😘

I won’t go into details about the irony surrounding my childhood BFF and how we’ve reconnected in various places and in various parts of our lives, but I feel SO lucky to have experienced so many different life stages alongside her. Thank you for being you, my friend. ♥️♥️♥️

We learned hammocks aren’t always as easy to get into as they look. There may have been a face plant. 😬

We knitted scarves (kindof)!

The deliciousest quesadilla!

Smoke/clouds.

Ash from the Cameron Peak Fire.

We learned to drive rigs on the old air strip in Fort Collins!

And BUDWEISER CLYDESDALES!!! 😍

That is all. Thanks for reading, friends. ♥️