This weekend I turned old (23!) and decided I should celebrate the start of my demise into a decrepit, arthritis-riddled, entrenched-wrinkle state by going camping.
About 10 of us (including my parents and Stephanie Tashcereau) drove out to North Mills River in Pisgah National forest and spent a stunningly beautiful night next to the river. We stayed up late drinking wine, roasting s'mores, and talking and laughing until we could hardly breathe. It was an incredible birthday.
It is getting windy and cold in Asheville. Tonight will be our first hard frost, which means it is time to pull the green tomatoes from the garden and fry 'em up. Mmmm, fall.
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um - you're sooo not old. lol.
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