June 22, 2025
A week in the mountains, one duffel bag each, and a rental cabin with no cell signal — exactly what we wanted right after the wedding. Mornings started with coffee on the porch and a debate about which trail to take; most days we picked the wrong one and didn’t care. The six-mile hike on day three nearly finished us both off, legs like jelly by the summit, but the view was the kind that makes you stop talking for a minute.
Evenings were campfires, terrible attempts at s’mores, and Taylor trying to teach Sam constellations neither of us could actually name correctly. We came home sunburned, exhausted, and already planning the next trip before we’d even unpacked.
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Six miles up, legs like jelly, and a view that made every step worth it.

