last day in the canyons
aaron and sean lead the way
hands, summer travels, and lovely beings
1. late June, when we first got to the rainbow gathering we drove to the top of the hill (getting a bit lost) to luckily discover the most breathtaking view of the Montana snow capped mountains from a meadow, covered in wildflowers and sage bushes. (there was also a naked old man living out of his tangerine orange VW bus, he told us really silly stories)
2. mid July. picking wild blackberries on the side of the highway in Eugene, Oregon.
3. mid August. cliffs along Highway 1, somewhere in Northern California. Gypsy was fearlessly climbing all over the rocks and digging her nose into all plants and dirt. i was grumpy this day. but this is still one of my favorite memories.