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highway 395.

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somewhere off the 395. i was getting major creeper vibes, it being a "ghost town" and all.
that was until i realized it's mere existence is for road tripping schmucks like me that believe anything.
in the words of my poppio, "dadgumblasted." they got me.

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mornings like these.

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tee c/o treeline outdoors | toiletries bag c/o topo designs
convict lake campground, ca


brushing our teeth to the sounds of trickling water and birds chirping by the creek.
a deep breath of fresh mountain air. that's my kind of morning. 

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convict lake.

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pack c/o topo designs | cap c/o treeline outdoors
convict lake, california

in 1871 a group of convicts escaped from prison and found themselves here. there was an incident where a merchant from wells fargo (yes, they really went around in wagons like in the commercials and advertising) got killed so they named the mountain in the background after him (mount morrison). that's where this beautiful place in the sierra nevadas gets its peculiar name. all i know is that if i were escaping from prison and this is one of the first places i stumbled upon, i'd think i made it to heaven. 

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my love.


joshua tree, california

do you remember the tree? the one we carved our names, you + me, we were young.
that summer was good to us. riding around our bikes kicking up the dust. we were young.
darling, as long as the sky above you is still blue then i'm with you.
i love you till the day i die. darling, i will never leave your side.

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the river is calling.

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featured | ambassador & lookbook using tenkara rods

we really like to fish. it's one of those things i did as a kid, but never really picked up again until recently. i wouldn't have guessed i'd become so addicted so fast. once you get one bite, you want to keep fishing to get more bites. and soon enough the back of your neck is burnt to a crisp because you totally lost track of time, and you've hopefully caught a few fish in the meantime. i looked at my watch when i realized i felt hungry, and noticed five hours had gone by without notice. that's what relaxing is all about. 

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sisters.

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sand dollar beach, big sur | packs c/o cotopaxi

when we're together we completely lose track of time. not even our grumbling hungry bellies can stop us. growing up we always stuck together. for hours as little girls, we'd be tucked in our rooms playing barbies and coloring in our favorite color books in silence. sometimes mom didn't even know we were in there, we were so quiet. we played soccer for years, slide tackling girls, dodging jersey pulls and running for miles with pony tails and braids trailing behind us. basketball was a part of our lives during our younger years, and we dribbled our way through summer camps and try-outs, trying not to puke from the nerves. summers were filled with paint covered clothing and t-shirts smelling of gasoline from painting houses, landscaping and running our lawn mowing business. huge milestones like getting our wisdom teeth out, getting braces and graduating high school were all experienced together - three in a row: kylie, lisa, megan. after hanging out with friends on a friday night, we'd come home and tell each other everything about our first time holding hands with a boy or the funny things that happened at the football games and how it was embarrassing to be in the marching band (but at the same time, we loved it). not a single thing happened that the other two sisters didn't know about, and it's always been that way. now, as 26 year olds living apart things happen every day that we miss out on. megan buys a new swimsuit and we haven't seen it yet, or lisa gets a bruise running into something. small and simple things. but there's one thing that will never change: we'll always be best friends, and our lives are interwoven forever whether it's a string of texts, phone calls or social media comments we stay connected until we're together again. and when we are reunited, it's all the sweeter and memories come flooding back. 

 

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