The death plague that I’ve contracted from Jackson has given me pause with opportunity to document how wonderful the trip was. I didn’t get to spend time with all my favorite lovelies, but I did get to soak up some supreme mountain time.
[no energy for captions or correct spacing. just good times galore.]
[love it here.]
and there was a lot of interpretive rocking hard to this song [not sorry]:
wull hay. 
worst song ever in life.