It’s wild to think that it’s been four years since I was packing the car to head to Ridgecrest for my last summer on the mountain. It’s even harder to believe that it’s been ten summers since my first on staff – and eighteen since my first summer as a camper. Man, time flies.
But I sure am thankful for the friends that I didn’t have to leave on the mountain.
Four short (or long?) years – weddings, births, adventures, moves cross country – later and here we are, still the best of friends:
Can’t wait to see ya’ll on the other side of the mountain… hopefully soon.