I love you because you give me the chance to meet up with my old friend Michael, cram our boards into the back of one truck, and find somewhere awesome to paddle.
When we finally make it to one of your pristine water holes, you make it look like this…
I love you because when I say goodbye to Michael and drive home, I get to pass by all of this….
Running is awful and gross, but it is the cheapest, most natural way to fend off fatness other than completely stopping eating which is more awful. So if one must run, flying through your trails is the only way to go.
And if trails have to be run, thanks for combining free running with free live bluegrass tunes into one venue packed with extra cool people and their dogs for Thursday and Saturday date nights.
Thanks, Carolina, for bringing me in and holding me close. Let’s stay that way.
Your Deep South implant,
Ben
SO glad you are blogging again.
This was wonderful. Love Mom
I too, love this place.
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been missing you friend! and now i realize how much i’ve been missing carolina.
Finally… Keep those words coming….Patsy
Now you get it, right? (why I spent so many summers there)
I do. My bad. Silly, jealous me always thought you liked hanging around in NC with the hacky-sacking, awesome mix tape having, Jordon Catalanos of Mondamin.
Love the way our boards spoon in the back of the truck!