isn't it sad when your mom drives you to an abandoned railroad bridge in the woods near your old high school for a lovely tour of the foliage and says:
"this looks like it's probably where the cool kids come to hang out"
and you look around and see lots of beer cans and old campfires and agree - then realize you never "came to hang out" there in all your formative years?
sigh.
in other news, we made a delightful batch of apple butter today and poured it into some leftover mason jars from our wedding. very laura ingalls wilder and very cool kid.
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